Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CASPER
Iwrapped a palm around my dick and stroked it a few times.
Then a few more times. Until my third leg had its own shadow and my wrist had a cramp, as I stood out back of the old brick building that landed itself inside the city limits by a fraction of a curly little pubic hair. Which reminded me of the task at hand…
When I felt that first bead of precum drip onto my fingers, I grinned. Whacking off in the bushes was ona those things you did out of necessity or boredom. And it wasn’t necessary for me when I could throw my dick at the closest mouth and nail a solid bullseye.
Six points! Game over.
Or whatever people said. Maybe I didn’t know how to play darts exactly, but what I did know was how to score. Don’t believe me?
Okay, well, picture it. You, on your knees, in front of me.
My head thrown back and yours going to town.
Up and down. Harder. Faster. Knowing the more you did, the louder I got.
Imagine the sounds I’d make when I was at your mercy and your mouth was at mine.
One wrong move and both of us were having a bad night.
But the right moves and things went something like this:
Oh, look at you. Taking all of it. Not an inch goin’ to waste. That’s a good girl. Don’t forget to swallow… Just like that…
Now try not to cream your panties. Impossible. Unless you were more into chicks, and in that case, we had something in common. Because so was I. #Pussy4Life
I wasn’t like the other guys at B-wood. I wasn’t afraid of a little competition.
From chicks or their toys. And I didn’t have to get my rocks off watching some ex-girlfriend I was obviously too chickenshit to touch.
Window shopping was about as pointless as lending out a bag of coke.
Be prepared to die waiting because that shit wasn’t coming back on its own.
Nope, you needed to coax it out of their hand.
And when that didn’t work, take it by force.
Something Lambo took fifteen years to learn the hard way.
But he didn’t get it all wrong. Watching did help pass the time until I finally decided to grant us a redo. Bellatrix Doucette and me and my cock. We wanted a second chance at feeling her squirm, especially now that we had an ASL to go along with the dental mold she left on me like a calling card.
Twenty-eight-year-old, female (that part I knew—I’d checked).
And location? Easy. Here and there. Mostly here for the last week or so.
But not for fun. She wasn’t enjoying herself.
She was looking for someone. Feeling the place out, searching for weak spots.
Taking note of who the regulars were and who just happened to drop in for the night.
How did I know? That was an easy one too. ?Cause I was doing the same thing.
I didn’t feel like wasting a good few weeks playing Dickerella with all the eligible bachelorettes in the city, so I’d persuaded Bugs to get a breakdown for me after Bellatrix’s Dommy Mommy showed up pretending like she wanted to hire us.
Everyone in that room knew she didn’t—except maybe Don-Don who was too distracted by a new pair of tits to pay much attention to anything else—but Miss Granny Panties put on a good show.
Asking the right types of questions before making a hasty exit.
Calm with a hint of uncertainty. It was exactly how to play it.
Too much one way or the other and shit was suspicious.
Once I had a name, everything else was a piece of medovik.
Trailed the girl here. To this building and this bush.
Where my palm was working overtime to keep shit interesting, the new piercing I’d done myself catching the light of the streetlamp and acting like a laser pointer for the stray cats hanging out by the dumpsters.
I preferred a different kind of pussy, though.
Here, kitty-kitty.
Would have been better if she’d come to me.
Desperate wasn’t a good look, you know. I mean, Franks was the prime example of that.
Gag. So I let three days pass before sniffing around the parking lot again.
Wishing I didn’t when I got my first whiff of the old tuna can the little furry fuckers were swatting in my direction.
The smell alone should have been a mood-killer. But my cock didn’t come with an off switch. Just a reboot mechanism.
I rubbed a thumb over the cum hole and tugged three more times, base to freshly-shaved mushroom tip, before spraying a healthy serving of the white stuff all over Girly Pop’s bike (Bugs got me the VIN for that too). Then I used a finger to spell out a message for her.
Casper was here.
Couldn’t exactly make out all the sticky letters but it was the thought that counted. And I’d definitely been thinking about her and what I planned to do to her for the last fifteen minutes.
Problem was, now I really was bored. Sure, patience was a virtue or whatever the fuck the religious nuts liked to say. But I was far from virtuous. I was no priest either. Though I did prefer hanging out with a bunch of sinners…
I tucked my dick away and zipped my pants up, careful not to catch a ball before securing my mask over my face and jogging towards the back door.
I didn’t know why she’d been staking out this little nightclub or what was inside that had her so interested but I was about to find out.