*
.2.
While they waited on the pigment to set, Bobby and Brandi talked about that night’s job.
“We have to be there by 10. If we’re late, at all, Bobo will be mad pissed. You know this.”
“Course I know it. I’m the one with the fucked up arm, remember?”
“You’re supposed to be the shy one, I’m the outgoing one. So act shy, at least until I’m fingerin’ you or something. Bobo said this guy is particular. We don’t wanna give him anything to ‘be particular’ about. You shaved?”
“No bitch, I thought I’d go Motherland tonight in case he was into olympic gymnast women.”
“Fuck you. I remember, you got caught rough once before, right?”
“Now it’s fuck you. You know how that went down.”
There was a knock at the door. 7:45. That would be Delta. Delta Throughgoush. Delta was the man. Delta was a tragic giant. A sweltering chin cleft and a map of lean cocaine muscle. Delta was a car from the ‘70s. Delta was a Deep Purple riff. Delta was there with the blow.
“Go answer that. I still have this in my skin. “
“Right baby. Be right back.”
Chrissy got up, spilling cotton balls and cigarette ash from her lap. She was only wearing a long tee shirt, but she knew it was Delta, and Delta was the man. She went out of the bedroom and down the hall towards the front door. She shut the door to the bathroom on the way. Fritz the cat ran into the closet and hid behind the shoeboxes and posters. She could hear voices on the porch. One was Delta’s. The other she didn’t know. A woman’s voice. Or, if she knew Delta, and she did know Delta, it was more likely a girl’s. Delta like them around 16 or 17. Already form fit and ready, still firm fresh and heady, not touched and molded. Still easy to head fuck. Older women forgot how to thank you for letting them be your fuck doll. That was the problem between men and women, Delta said, that men learn too late what women are good for and by that time women are too used to being treated a certain way to change. Even if they understand, they don’t know how to change. Get them young, and they still live on instinct. And their instinct is to make cocks cum and pet the sleeping beast.
Delta knocked again. She could hear him say “I know the dumb cunts're here, their fuckin’ car is right there.”
Chrissy twisted the doorknob and swung open the door, seeing first a beautiful girl of what looked 15, dressed in leather pants and a billowed white shirt, sucking on a lollipop and looking at her like she was her mother and had just told her how a good girl acts, and then swinging it further and seeing all 6’4 of Delta, blue jeans and a wife-beater, red trucker hat, black doc martin’s, grey eyes, and pearl white teeth.
“What up you fine hunk of tit. This here’s Finnegan.” He patted the girl’s shoulder. “This here is my cock.” He patted his crotch. “And this here is your coke.” He patted his pocket. “After you and lollipop girl here suck me off on the couch.”
Chrissy locked the door behind her and told Melanie what was going on.
“Need me in there?” she yelled from the bedroom.
“Fuck you.” Delta yelled back.
Which worked out well, ‘cause the pigment was still a little damp.
Birth sign: Taurus
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