After Midnight (29 page)
“No, don’t. You’re raping me. I need your semen for evidence. You can’t use a rubber.”
“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”
“It’s the whole point.”
He looked hurt.
So I said, “Well, it
was
the whole point, anyway. Before you got me all worked up like this.” Squirming a little and staring him in the eyes, I undid both the buttons that held my skirt together at the hip. I spread the skirt open. I still had my panties on, but nothing else. There was about as much to my panties as a pirate’s eyepatch. The band and patch were red like my bra. “I’ve still gotta have the
evidence
,” I explained.
He gaped at me for a while, his mouth hanging open. Then he said, “We really need to use protection.”
“I won’t get pregnant. You don’t have to worry about that. I just finished my period.” A fib, but so what?
You should’ve seen him go red. Guys really hate to hear about your period. Normal guys, anyway. Perverts are a different story. I knew this pervert named Jack, and he used to keep track of my time of the month so he could…Never mind. I can’t tell every story I know, or you’d never find out what happened between me and Murphy. Anyway, believe me, you don’t
want
to know about Jack. He was mental.
Murphy, still on the subject of condoms, said, “It’s not just about you getting pregnant.”
“I know. You’re worried about diseases.”
“Yeah.”
“Do you have any?” I asked.
“No.”
“Neither do I.”
“I still think we’d better…”
“Don’t you believe me?” I asked. “You think I’m
lying?
”
“You might be. Hell,
you’re
afraid I’ll turn you in the minute I get alone. Why can’t
I
be afraid you’ll give me AIDS and kill me?”
“I haven’t been with a guy in about five years,” I told him. “I don’t shoot up drugs. I haven’t had any blood transfusions. And I’ve had annual check-ups. I’m not gonna give you any disease.”
“Five years?” he asked.
“I’ve been saving myself for you.”
He smiled and said, “Right.”
“By the look of things, it was well worth the wait.”
“Thanks, but I still want to use a condom.” He turned away and walked toward his dresser.
“Come on, no. I want to feel
you
in me.”
As he pulled open a drawer, he looked over his shoulder at me.
“You wear one of those,” I said, “it’s like getting fucked by a balloon.”
He laughed softly and shook his head. “It’s not much better from this end, believe me.” Then he started searching through the drawer. “Maybe after we’ve known each other longer…”
“Next time, I’ll bring a note from my doctor. If there is a next time.”
“I hope there will be,” Murphy said.
I said, “Me, too.”
Then I pulled the skirt out from under me and pushed it aside until it fell to the floor. On my back, I brought my knees up to my chest and peeled my panties off.
Murphy found what he was looking for, turned around and came back toward the bed with a foil packet pinched between his thumb and forefinger.
“Would you like me to do the honors?” I asked.
“Like what?”
“If you
have
to wear it, I might as well get the fun of putting it on you.”
“Okay. If you want to.”
Sitting up, I swung myself around. I sat on the edge of the bed, my feet on the floor. “Right here.” I spread my knees and patted the side of the mattress.
Murphy stepped in between my legs.
“Man, look at that thing.”
He glanced at it and shrugged.
“Looks like a cannon.”
Blushing deep red, he muttered, “No it doesn’t.”
“Hope it doesn’t go off by accident.”
“Hey.”
“Might blow out my eye.”
“Jeez.”
I grinned up at him. “What?”
“Do you have to talk about it?”
“Just admiring the equipment.”
“Do you
have
to?”
“I don’t
have
to.”
“It’s just…sort of embarrassing.”
“Okay. I’ll stop talking about it.”
“Thanks,” he said.
“Me and my big mouth,” I said.
“That’s all right.”
“But are you
sure
you want to cover this baby up with a nasty old rubber?”
“That’s the only way I’ll…yeah. I’m afraid so. Sorry.”
“Okay. It’s a shame, but if you insist…”
“I do.”
“Okay. Well, give me that thing.”
He handed the packet to me. I tore it open and pulled out the condom. It felt warm and slimy. “Yuck,” I said. “I
really
want this in me. What is it,
used?
”
“Just pre-lubricated.”
“I know, I know. I was kidding. But yuck. I mean, really.”
“We don’t have to do this,” he said, and placed his hands gently on my shoulders.
“Don’t have to use the rubber?”
“Not if we call the whole thing off.”
I looked up at him. “Do you
want
to call it off?” I asked.
“Do I look like it?”
“Hardly.”
He started to rub my shoulders. And kept rubbing them as I leaned forward.
But it wasn’t the condom I put on him.
It was my mouth.
He gasped and arched his back and squeezed my shoulders. But he didn’t complain or try to pull back.
Dropping the condom, I clutched his buttocks. I dug my fingernails in, drew him closer to me and slid my lips down his thick shaft, taking him into my mouth until no more could fit in.
He stood rigid and moaned.
I pulled slowly back, sucking as I went.
He shuddered.
I squeezed his buttocks and went down again, my lips a tight, sliding ring.
“Don’t. Uh. Y’better stop.”
Up again, pulling at him, sucking.
“Ahhh!”
Down, taking him in deeper and deeper.
“No, y’gotta…I’m gonna…!”
I jerked my head up suddenly and he popped out of my mouth with a wet slurp. I tugged his ass. As he stumbled toward me, I shoved at the floor with my feet, springing up from the mattress and wrapping my arms around his back.
He fell forward, trapped between my thighs. I fell backward, pulling him down on top of me.
On the way down, he prodded my right thigh so I shifted a bit to take care of the aim.
My back hit the mattress.
And in he went.
He was awfully big, but I was juicy.
Pre-lubricated.
He went sliding in all the way. It felt huge, but I liked how it filled me and stretched me. I hugged him tightly and clamped my legs around him.
Grunting, he tried to push himself off me.
For about two seconds.
Then, with a moan, he kissed me and shoved his tongue into my mouth and jammed a hand in between us and grabbed one of my breasts and thrust at me with his hips and throbbed deep inside me, spurting.
“So much for condoms,” I whispered.
I held him hard against me.
The moment he finished pumping, though, he started to struggle so I let him go. He didn’t have any mattress under his knees. As he squirmed backward, he no sooner got out of me than he slid off the edge of the bed.
Raising my head, I found Murphy on his knees. He was red and gasping, and had a dazed look in his eyes.
He still had his glasses on and they’d gotten knocked crooked.
I gave him a cheerful smile.
“That was a…lousy trick,” he said.
“I thought it was a
good
trick. Hell, so did you. You loved it. You went nuts.”
He shook his head, glanced between my legs, then turned his head away and straightened his glasses.
“There’s nothing to worry about,” I told him. “I didn’t
give
you anything—expect maybe the quickest, hottest fuck of your life.”
“I wanted to use a condom.”
“I didn’t. And you didn’t
need
one.”
“I sure hope not,” he said, and stood up.
He was sticking straight out as if pointing at something across the room.
“Wanta do it again?” I asked.
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
He glanced at me, looked away, then turned to me again and stared at my sprawled, naked body.
“How about it, big fella?”
Though he frowned as if angry at me, he was rising. “You’re a real piece of work,” he said.
“Yep.” Writhing, I rubbed my breasts and licked my lips. “How about another piece?”
His smile broke out. “Don’t you think I’d better get to the bank?”
“Don’t you want to rape me again?”
“Who raped who?”
I laughed. “You loved it. And you’d love to do it again, wouldn’t you?”
“Don’t you want me to get the money?”
“Yeah. Sure. I want the money, but…”
“Then I’d better go.”
“Okay. But first you have to tie me up.”
“Tie you up?”
“Of course. I’m your prisoner.”
“That’s crazy.”
“If you call the cops on me, I want them to find me naked and tied to your bed.”
“I’m not going to call the cops.”
“This’ll be my insurance. Now, go find some ropes or something, okay?”
“How’s that?” he asked.
Stretched out spread-eagled on his bed, I strained at the ropes. They creaked a little, but held. “Excellent,” I said.
He stood near the end of the bed and stared down at me. He was a little out of breath. And hard. “Anything else I can do for you?” he asked.
“Climb on.”
“Don’t you want the money?”
“Yeah, I want it.”
“Then you’d better let me leave, don’t you think?”
“You’d better put some clothes on first.”
“Thanks for the reminder.”
I watched him go to the closet and take out a pair of jeans and a short-sleeved shirt. When he had them on, he sat at the end of the bed to put on his socks and shoes. “Any last minute instructions?” he asked.
“Small bills.”
“How small?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “But that’s what the gangsters always want. Small bills.”
He looked over his shoulder at me and smiled. “My gal, the crime wave.”
My gal?
He’d said it in a kidding way, but I liked it.
“Anyhow,” I said, “big stuff is hard to spend.”
“Let’s at least get most of it in hundreds and fifties,” he suggested. “Otherwise, you’ll have an awful lot of cash to lug around.”
“I guess that’ll be okay.”
He turned away and finished putting on his shoes. Then he stood up and faced me. He looked good. “Any other orders, Vito?” he asked.
“One more. You’d better gag me so I can’t cry out for help.”
“Why on earth would you want to cry out for help?”
“Because you’re holding me prisoner.”
“But I’m
not
holding you prisoner.”
“I know that, you know that, but the cops won’t know that, will they?”
“The cops again.”
“Just find a handkerchief or something and tie it around my mouth.”
“You might suffocate.”
“Tie it loose.”
He smirked and shook his head, then turned away and went to his dresser. I heard a drawer open. A minute later, he said, “I don’t think my handkerchiefs are big enough.”
“Well, find something.”
He left the room. I heard his quick footsteps, a drawer sliding open and shut, then more footsteps. He came back with a white dish rag.
“How’s this?” he asked.
“Perfect.”
Kneeling beside me on the mattress, he wound the towel into a thick strip. I lifted my head off the pillow and opened my mouth. He stuffed the towel in. Then he knotted it behind my neck.
“Okay?” he asked.
I said, “Uhhh,” into the rag.
Grinning, Murphy said, “I should’ve done this to you a long time ago.”
I said, “Haw haw.”
“Will you be okay like this?” he asked.
If I don’t get a stuffed-up nose.
I nodded.
“I’ll get back as fast as I can,” he said. Bending down, he kissed me on the forehead.
Then he hurried away. I heard his footsteps as he wandered around the apartment. I didn’t know what he was doing, but figured he was probably getting his keys, wallet, checkbook, that sort of thing. Then he took a leak. He flushed the toilet. He washed his hands. Finally, the front door thudded shut.
I was alone.
Tied up and gagged.
And I liked it.
The mattress felt good underneath me.
I could breathe okay through the dish towel.
The room was hot, and everything had a yellow hue because of the sunlight seeping through the curtains. A breeze was gently lifting the curtains. It smelled of flowers and mowed grass. Every so often, I felt the air sneak softly over my body.
It may sound strange, but I actually liked the feel of being pulled by the ropes. My whole body felt lean and taut.
I thought of Judy hanging by her wrists in the firelight, and how fine she’d looked.
Is she still there? I wondered.
Maybe she’d already managed to work her way loose. Or maybe someone had found her and set her free.
Maybe she’s still there, just the way I left her.
She’s there and I’m here. We’re both naked. We’re both tied and helpless. We have our wounds, but we’re beautiful—stretched taut and lean.
While thinking about her, I must’ve slipped off into sleep.
Soon, she came walking over to the foot of the bed. The red bandana hung loose around her neck, and that’s all she wore. She held a knife in her right hand. “Well, well, well,” she said. “Look at you.”
“I’m sure glad to see you,” I said, and wondered vaguely how I was able to talk through my gag. Then I realized that the gag was gone. “I’ve really missed you, Judy,” I said. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you, too,” she said.
“How did you manage to get free?”
She raised her left arm and showed me the rough, bloody stump at her wrist. “Had to gnaw my hand off,” she said.
“My God.”
She smiled sweetly and shrugged. “Ah, it wasn’t so bad. You do what you’ve gotta do. Looks like you’re in a predicament, yourself.”