Deep Inside (25 page)

My guess is that she's a bored housewife. She's dressed more conservatively than the other woman, in tasteful khaki pants and a white T-shirt. Looks like she does a lot of tennis at a Pasadena country club and after fucking the pro there, decided to do something a little kinkier and a lot more expensive.

Her lover is tall, wears a roguish cap, low-slung jeans. She's obviously proud of her married catch, pulls her in close, and nuzzles the married woman's neck.

They're on the sofa now, looking at the dildo in the case. It's driving me crazy the way they touch each other. I'm ragingly horny these days. Marita's still refusing sex—says she's too wrought up.

“I just don't know…” the blond says, hesitating yet again. “Although I do hear interesting things about your dildos….”

“Are you here to blab or buy?” Marita says.

“I plan to spend a ton of Jon's money before he freezes our accounts,” the petite one says. Then she looks up at me and says, “I'm fucking my husband over, just the way he fucked me over with my best friend.”

“And I thought you were doing it with me for love,” the brunette laughs. She gets up, asks to use our bathroom. Marita sullenly points the way to it. The brunette walks down our hall, opening doors as she does.

“It's on the left for God's sake!” Marita calls out.

The blonde pays with a bag of cash. Her girlfriend returns some time later saying, “You guys seem to be packing up.”

“You're here to buy—not snoop,” Marita says.

“Hey,” the petite blonde says, “if you don't like us here we can take our money elsewhere.”

I glare at Marita, then soothe the blonde. “This is the last dildo in the special edition. You don't buy it, someone else will. Tonight.”

The petite one looks over at her friend, who nods.

“Okay, I'll take it,” she says.

The two women finally walk out the door with their purchase.

“Are you sure you two aren't planning to leave town?” the blond says. “Because if we have any trouble we'd like to be able to return it—”

Marita narrows her eyes at them. Afer they leave, she turns off the living room lights and peers through the thick curtains. The two women scamper over our bit of lawn to their convertible. It's a clear and breezy night in Los Angeles.

They don't start the car. Instead, the two women neck for a good five minutes. The hungry mouths, the hands all over each other—it's turning me on. I look at Marita, but she's rigid with fury.

“What are they doing?” she says.

“Something we should try.” I put my arm around Marita.

She brushes me off.

“We need to get out of here,” she snaps.

 

I sell
a bunch of our stuff during the next few days and pack up our car. I'm putting stemware in a box when I hear the news on our TV:

“A body was discovered in an alley today. A woman was raped and strangled….”

They're showing footage of the suspects. It's the Santa Barbara man and woman. I turn up the volume. The reporter's talking to a gray-haired woman in a flowered dress, evidently a witness.

“So you saw this man and woman flee the scene?” the reporter says.

“Yes,” the witness says. “I swear they were the couple I saw.”

The reporter turns to the camera, “And even more strange is that another woman was found identically raped and murdered near the Beverly Hills home of—”

I gasp as he names our Movie Star.

Marita saunters into the room wearing a short red skirt and top. She's got a suitcase.

“Packed up all the cash,” she says.

I grab her. “What the hell is this about? Who was the guy you based those dildos on?”

She shakes me off, lights a cigarette. “It's not my problem what people do with our dildos.”

“Oh come on, Marita. You know there was something different about this one. Who was he? Someone you met through your jail contacts?”

“Okay, you want to know? Yeah, he was an ex-con.”

“What was he in for?” I ask.

“Rape,” she says.

I push her against the wall. I hit her across the face, screaming, “Why?”

She stares at me for a moment, then pulls out a gun with her other hand and points it right at me.

“I needed the right cock. One that was beyond powerful—one that was unstoppable. Well, he had the power. And now I have the money.”

I stand there slack-jawed. She's never been more beautiful and I reach for her.

“Don't come near me,” she says. “I'm leaving on my own!”

She points the gun at me as she backs out the screen door.

“I will shoot you if you follow me,” she says.

I stare at her back through the screen door.

Tears—of anger, loss, and betrayal—are beginning to well up in my eyes when I hear a strange sound from the driveway. There's scuffling and a high-pitched whine. There are muffled blows.

The door swings open. Marita backs through it. The suitcase isn't in her hand anymore. She's clutching her side. She careens wildly about on high heels. There's blood in streaks across her face. The belly of her dress is soaked in crimson wetness.

“The Sisterhood,” Marita gasps. She waves her gun around at the sky, but she has no strength left, and it goes off as she falls over backwards.

She's gone from this earth.

I rush past her body. Smoke is rising from it, but I'm heedless of all danger at this point.

Outside, in the shadows, there's a blur of hoods and wings, creatures flying over me. I shield myself from what I know to be the Sisterhood. One of the vaporous beings lands beside me and lifts off his hood.

“Albert?” I say. The shock of seeing him rattles me like a seven-point earthquake. “How are
you
involved with this coven?”

The Sisterhood circles in the sky above, changing into typical L.A. blue jays. They look like any other neighborhood bird.

Albert stands next to me. His wings recede. “After you made me blow myself, I lost everything,” he says. His voice is higher than it used to be. “I suffered humiliations I never thought I would. And yet something in me was awakened,” he adds. “It was my feminine side.”

The blue jays dive around me. Albert smiles at them.

“At first it was awful to discover that part of me. And I obsessed about what you'd done. I researched everything about your witch of a girlfriend. And that's how I found my way to the Sisterhood. They weren't happy with Marita, either, and they took me in. Through them, I've connected with a newer, better power. And I'm helping the Sisterhood with some management issues. Thanks to me, the IRS is no longer on their case. I got them accepted as a religion and got the IRS to excuse their back-tax situation.”

There's a flapping of wings. I look at Albert. Is that still vengeful anger in his eyes? No, it's scarier than that. He's commanding in a way he never was as an alpha male.

“You're going to kill me,” I sigh.

“Oh no,” he replies. “I have a better fate in store for you.”

With that the Sisterhood screeches. They turn from blue jays into enormous black birds. Albert's wings extend and he flies off with the coven into the smoggy L.A. air.

I'm left alone. I hear sirens, but I can't move from Marita's body. I'm kissing her gorgeous, lifeless lips again and again.

What will come will come.

 

There's yellow
crime tape everywhere, red lights flashing, people in blue muttering into radios. I don't care about any of it. I get passed from strong, massive hand to strong, massive hand. Metal clinks around my wrists.

“You didn't really think you'd get out of town, did you?” one of the officers says.

It's a familiar voice. I focus for the first time in a half-hour and realize I know these cops: it's the tall brunette and petite Pasadena blonde. They push me into the car as investigators continue to examine the crime scene that was once my life.

The tall one sits beside me in the back. “We liked that dildo you sold us the other night,” she says. “So much that we're not turning it in for evidence.”

The petite blonde in the driver's seat waves off a couple of other officers and starts backing up the car. She turns to look at me, a strange expression on her face.

“Oh, and thanks for the money,” she says. “We're not turning that in, either.”

I settle in for the ride to the station. But something's wrong. We're heading east.

“What the fuck?” I say.

The tall policewoman speaks. “You don't think we're taking you to jail, do you? No, where we're going is to our place in the mountains. We think of it as our Love Shack. Until now, it's just been for us. But now you've got us hooked on this superdildo. And our minds are expanding. We've kind of gotten into a new mood, haven't we?”

The blonde nods. “Yeah,” she says. “And what we've gotten in the mood for is our very own love slave. We think you just might fit the bill. Chains. Licking our feet whenever we tell you to. Sleeping in a closed box at night. The whole sick thing.”

The blonde lets loose a lusty cackle.

“And this dildo you sold us? Well, we're going to be putting it to mighty fine use on you. Yeah, that's right, little lady. You're going to get fucked like you never got fucked before.”