Not so long ago (in a historical sense), I wrote a serial erotic, murder “mystery,” comedy, and overall cathartic story titled Nail Clippers. Eventually, I abandoned Nail Clippers because the story got very convoluted, very messy, and college kept me from doing what I am doing with Puddles and Whiskers, namely clean up the mess. With an overall goal of writing more and regularly, I pulled this out and was not displeased. Without further ado, here is the entire original Nail Clippers, expect it to get the same treatment as Puddles and Whiskers. 🙂
Striding into the room, Jetta tossed her husband a light blue towel, tan hat and a pair of nail clippers.
“Lose the clothing, put on the towel, hat, and meet me on the back porch, she said heading to the porch.
“Wait. What?” Jax stammered as she walked by.
A block over, Old Man Jenkins peering through his telescope watched a man wearing nothing other than a light blue towel around his waist and a tan hat on his head carrying a pair of nail clippers walked on to their back porch…
“Nail clippers?” Old Man Jenkins mumbled.
To make sure he was not seeing things, Jenkins looked out his window. Wiping his eyes, the neighborhood looked in place. What was that man going to do with the nail clippers? Jenkins pulled a chair over to the telescope and sat down for the show. Holding his foot up, the man the man put the clippers to use, starting with his big toe. Jenkins knew he should not be watching, but the mystery was pulling at him. Why clippers? Why the hat and towel? When the man shifted and Jenkins saw the man was naked, Jenkins almost walked away…
“You started without me you bad man,” Jetta said walking onto the porch wearing a similar towel around her waist and hat on her head.
Walking past Jax, she pushed his hat over his face.
“Hey, I can’t see. I could have cut my toe off,” he said.
“You’d have to saw through that claw you call toe nails first,” she replied.
“Nice towel,” he said adjusting his hat and ogling her breasts.
“The towel is down here,” she replied pointing at the towel, “Now let’s see what we can do about those claws.”
Ogling her breasts a block over, Jenkins wondered what kind of perverted thing he was about to watch. As long as she stayed topless, he would watch.
She sat down in front of him, spread her legs, hiked up the front of the towel putting her pussy on display for him, and grabbed his foot.
“The clippers,” she said holding out her hand.
He handed her the clippers, his eyes never left the towel…actually, where the towel used to be. He never tired of seeing her naked. Moments like this when she teased him, only made him remember why they were such a strong couple.
“Hey! Eyes up here,” she started, “don’t you want to watch in case I cut off a toe?”
“I’d rather be distracted,” he replied.
One toe at a time. Riveted, Jenkins watched as she clipped each of his toes. Her back to Jenkins the entire time, he almost got up, but something kept him watching. She stood up and dusted herself off. As she turned to the side, Jenkins saw the tent in the man’s towel and so did the woman. With a wiggle of her hips, her towel fell to the porch. Old Man Jenkins’s heart skipped beat.
“Is there room under that tent?” She asked with a wink.
“I’d say there is plenty of room in the tent for you,” he said with a smile.
Jax leaned back in the deck chair, spreading his feet, and scooting forward in the chair. Jetta bent over at the waist, leaning towards his face, her hands on his legs, tits swaying in front of his face, and planted a kiss on his lips. A block away, Old Man Jenkins fumbled with the zoom. The flesh colored blur resolved into her back, she knelt down between the man’s legs.
Lifting up the edge of the towel, she said, “Looks awfully dark in there. How can I be sure it’s safe?”
“When you find the massive central column holding up the tent you will be safe,” he replied stifling a laugh.
“Everything is bigger in the dark.”
They laughed together. Old Man Jenkins could not see anything other than her back. She looked like she was holding up the towel and looking underneath, but she had not done anything. First, nail clippers and now this. Now they are laughing, what are they doing, Jenkins wondered out loud. Her head went under the towel…
She wrapped her hand around her husband’s stiff cock, “Is this that massive column?”
“I do believe you have found it.”
He put a hand on the back of her head and nudged her closer to his cock, “Maybe you should get a closer look?”
“Why is something wrong with it?” She asked while slowly stroking him, “You know this seems pretty loose,” giving him a few quick strokes. “Are you sure it’s safe in here?”
Smiling, he said, “I’m sure it’s safe. Perhaps if you hold onto the balls at the base that will stabilize things.”
Giggling under the towel, she continued to stroke him with one hand, while the other cupped his balls. He shifted in the chair. She gave his balls a gentle squeeze and tightened her grip on his cock. Using her thumb over the head of his cock to used his precum to lubricate her hand. Speeding up her stroke, his breathing got heavier, as he got closer to orgasm.
Old Man Jenkins watched as the towel popped up and down with ever-increasing speed. If only a gust of wind or bird would snatch the towel away, so he could see the action. Neither the wing nor a bird came, but Jax did. Old Man Jenkins mesmerized by the rapid up and down on the towel noticed the telltale signs of a man about to cum right before Jax’s face contorted, his entire body tensed, and then relaxed. Jetta stood up, wiping her hand on the towel before waving at Jax.
“My turn,” Jetta said while waving Jax out of the chair.
“Babe,” he started with a smirk, “I’m tired.”
“Outta the chair.”
Jax slid out of the chair onto his rear and scooted forward to allow Jetta to sit in the chair. She sat in the chair, immediately putting her legs over the arms of the chair. The rapturous look on Jax’s face made her smile. He scooted forward putting his face close to her pussy.
“You are dripping,” he said.
He hands went to her hips and he put his mouth over her pussy. She sighed with pleasure the second his tongue began flicking about. Jax moaned with pleasure, he stopped licking for her pussy for a second, and muffled something, before resuming.
“You like the taste of meat?” Jetta said with a giggle.
He stopped again and moved his mouth off her pussy.
“Oh no you don’t,” she said, grabbing his head and pushing his mouth onto her pussy, “Whatever you had to say can wait.”
Obviously, Jax did not know what he was doing to her, Old Man Jenkins thought. He looked up from the scope, wiping his eyes, and thought for a moment. Just maybe, he finished his thought as he looked down the scope again. One of her legs had fallen over Jax’s shoulder. Whatever he was doing was doing the trick based on the expression on Jetta’s face.
“That’s it. Right there,” she panted.
Cupping her left breast and pinching the nipple, Jetta kept other hand on Jax’s head subtly guiding him to the best spot. Between her guidance and shifting her hips to keep her clit under his tongue, Jetta closed in on an orgasm.
“Use your fingers,” she said.
Moments later, two of Jax’s fingers slid effortlessly into her juicy pussy. Jetta moaned and bore down on his fingers.
“Oh god,” she moaned.
Encouraged by her moans Jax licked faster and thrust his fingers into her faster. Her pussy gripped his fingers every few seconds and he felt her legs start to tremble. With a shudder and extended moan, Jetta came soaking Jax’s hand and face with her juices.
A satisfied look on his face Jax leaned back onto his elbows, his cock still erect under the towel. Jetta leaned forward and yanked the towel off tossing it over her shoulder. She slid off the chair into his lap, quickly impaling herself on his cock.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered into his ear as she fucked him.
Jenkins sat down in his chair mentally reviewing what he had witnessed; Jetta mounted Jax and rode him hard; her in the moment, tits bouncing, hands gripping Jax’s shoulders, bouncing up and down on his cock and he watched Jax grab her ass and thrust up into her and then hold his position before laying down. Jenkins watched Jetta stand up and go inside leaving Jax on the porch.
A heavy weight landed in his lap, he looked down to find a feline face starring back at him. Absent-mindedly he stroked her fur while making plans. Yes, Jax and Jetta were perfect. Now to approach them. The large black cat purred…
“Such a beautiful black cat,” Jenkins cooed to the cat in his lap.
A loud bang from downstairs broke the mood.
“What are they doing this time,” Jenkins fumed to the cat.
Stroking the cat a few more times, Jenkins pondered his course of action. A second louder bang, followed by loud voices downstairs. Jenkins gently nudged the cat as he stood up. The cat landed on the floor with a thud, looked over his shoulder at Jenkins and strode off. He could never figure out what the cat thought or was trying to say with those looks. Walking down the stairs Jenkins knew what he would find in his kitchen before he got there. The steadily louder conversation clue enough.
“…and I am telling you it is the greatest game of all time,” Chaz said voice cracking.
“No. No. Not even close,” Devin retorted, “Resident Evil 98.4 Ultimate Directors Cut Import is the best game.”
“Yeah, yeah I have to agree the zombies looked awesome,” Chaz said voice cracking.
Rounding the corner into the kitchen, Jenkins heart skipped a beat. Bent over, head in the refrigerator Devin’s ass hung out of his assless leather chaps. Standing near him Chaz also in assless chaps, but strangely shiny stood holding a video game controller and a length of sausage. Devin stood up and turned around, Jenkins tried to hide the shock on his face when he saw the video game controller looking nipple clamps pinching Devin’s nipples a crimson color, and the longer length of sausage swaying in his hand. Devin handed Chaz a large jar of mayonnaise.
“Afternoon,” Chaz said, voice cracking causing Jenkins to wince, “We’re headed downstairs to game. Want to join? We have sausages,” waggling the sausage to emphasize the obvious.
“You should play with us. Although I am the best. No one better. One time..,” Devin began his voice steadily hitting tent revival preacher in volume and intensity.
“No thank you,” Jenkins said ending the conversation with tone and look.
Not wanting to watch their pale asses go downstairs, Jenkins turned away. When he thought it was safe to look Jenkins surveyed the damage; only the plate that formerly held the sausages left on the counter, at least they did not leave a mess. Picking up the plate, Jenkins almost dropped it when a slippery substance caused the plate to slide in his grip. What the hell were they doing downstairs; sausages, lube, assless chaps, and video games…maybe he needed to address that issue before his other plans. He looked down to his feet when the black cat began rubbing up against the back of his legs, seemed his cat agreed.
Ding Dong. Jax got off the porch and headed for the front door. Ding Dong. Ding Dong. Ding Dong. Ding Dong. Yanking the front door open Jax thought he may have broken the doorknob.
“Good afternoon…” the woman wearing her Sunday best started to say, her eyes going wide, looking down, and making the sign of the cross.
A cool breeze made Jax aware that he was naked.
Recovering as best she could, “My name is Patience. Do you have a few moments to talk?”
Jax crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe putting his best “go on” look on his face. When Patience did not start talking, he gave her a “go on” motion. Patience straightened up and looked him in the eyes.
“I can come back when you are dressed,” she said.
“No, I’m alright. Enjoying the breeze,” Jax casually replied.
“Good lord,” Patience blurted out.
Jax expected her to turn around and leave, but to her credit, she stood her ground.
“Who is at the door,” Jetta shouted.
“Some lady trying to sell me something,” Jax shouted back.
“Does she have any samples?”
“Do you have any samples?” Jax asked Patience.
Patience stammered, blushing she began to rummage through her large bag.
“She’s looking,” Jax shouted to Jetta.
“I can see that,” Jetta said peeking over Jax’s shoulders.
At the sound of Jetta’s voice, Patience looked up. Wearing only the hat and a bemused expression, Jetta stood slightly behind Jax. Jax put an arm around Jetta pulling her forward.
“Good lord,” Patience blurted out again, her face crimson.
“Would you like to come in out of the heat?” Jetta asked.
“Yeah, you should come inside and you can show us your wares,” Jax said with emphasis on wares.
Patience dropped her bag, stammered while trying to pick up the bag, and walk backwards at the same time. By the time Patience picked up her bag, Jax and Jetta were laughing hard enough that they had to hold each other up.
“When you find those samples come back and maybe we can trade samples,” Jetta shouted to a retreating Patience. “Come on,” handing Jax the nail clippers, “It’s my turn again,” she said with a wink dropping the towel and heading inside.
Standing in the center of the tornado shelter, Barbossa exploring the room, Jenkins mentally made plans. Turning in place, he envisioned each wall moving his hands simulating where each piece of equipment and storage would go and how he would use them. As he mentally built the room, he made a shopping list as well.
Jenkins broke away from his vision to find his big black cat pawing at a corner and meowing.
“What have you found?”
“Meow,” the cat replied.
With a swipe of her paw, the cat dislodged the remains of a joint sending it flying across the tornado shelter floor. Ducking under the lightbulb hanging from a wire, Jenkins squatted over the joint. A familiar scent took him back to another time.
[Wavy blurry going back in time visual]
A much younger Jenkins lying in bed talking to a woman with a flower in her hair smoking a joint. Waving his hand in front of his face to disperse the cloud floating around him.
“Trinity, do you have to blow that into my face?” an exasperated Jenkins asked.
She laughed while holding the joint out to Jenkins. Her laugh caused Jenkins to cringe. He pushed her hand away from his face. Other than the sex, Jenkins could not think of a single reason to be around Trinity. Her life was a mess and she could never put two coherent thoughts together in a row. Often she would blurt out the most inane statements embarrassing him in front of his friends. And when they asked why he continued to see her, Jenkins shrugged his shoulders.
“I want to do something different tonight,” Jenkins said.
“Like what?” Trinity asked between huffs.
Again, she exhaled into his face causing him to cough.
“I want to tie you down,” he replied a dark look crossed his face.
“Sure,” she replied taking one long drag on the joint.
“I’ll be back in a second. You get undressed.”
A few minutes later Jenkins tightened down the last knot on the scarf around Trinity’s wrist. She lay spread eagle on the bed, eyelids half-closed. Wasting no time, Jenkins climbed on the bed between her legs and lay down eyeballing her hairy pussy. Jamming his face onto her pussy, he feverously licked her crotch. Trinity giggled, which quickly turned into that laugh. Cringing, he sat up.
“Don’t stop, baby,” she said around laughs.
Jenkins untied her feet from the bed and pushed her legs up and apart. With her legs out of the way, he resumed eating her out. She kept giggling and laughing. That laugh grating on his nerves more and more. Sitting up, Jenkins put her legs on his shoulders and drove his cock into her pussy. Trinity moaned and giggled. Leaning forward he drove his cock in and out of her, hoping to finish before her laughter got to him.
“That’s it baby,” she said, “Give it to me good.”
Grabbing onto her shoulders he pulled himself forward thrusting like a mad man. She continued to giggle and laugh. He leaned in putting her knees on her large tits, using the angle to thrust harder and deeper into her, using his anger to fuel his thrusts, hoping she would stop laughing. His hands creeped from her shoulders to around her neck. Holding onto her neck he tried to fuck her silent.
“Yes, baby. Yes. Harder,” each word between laughs, “Harder.”
Jenkins grip on her neck tightened with each angry thrust. The smacking of their flesh sounding like slaps in the room. Just shut up, he kept thinking.
“STOP LAUGHING!” Jenkins roared as he gave her one last hard thrust, trying to crush her voice box with his cock.
Opening his eyes, Trinity’s face was beet red and her eyes had rolled in the back of her head. She was not breathing. Jenkins sat back on his heels, his cock plopping out of her pussy, her legs crashed to the bed. He sat there wondering what to do, but happy she stopped laughing. Edges of panic crept into sexual bliss.
Suddenly Trinity gasped. Gasped again and began coughing…
[Wavy blurry going forward in time visual]
Standing up, Jenkins adjusted his pants due to his erection. Smiling, he pocketed the remains of the joint and finished his mental shopping list.
“Let’s go,” he said to Barbossa, “We have a lot of work to do.”
“Meow,” Barbossa replied scampering up the wooden stairs.
“Oh my god,” Jetta moaned.
Jax continued thrusting his fingers into her pussy and licking her clit even as her hips jerked and twitched. Orgasm contractions gripped his fingers tightly. He loved knowing he gave her pleasure.
“Enough. Enough,” she said scooting back from his fingers and tongue.
He stood up next to the bed as she sat up. She leaned to him giving him a passionate kiss, tasting herself on his lips. She wrapped her hand around his hard cock.
“This,” shaking his cock, “will have to wait until we get back from the hardware store.”
Two hours later and Jetta was ready to go back home and hide under the covers. Next time she promised herself, blow him before going to the hardware store; a solid hour of non-stop puns and jokes.
“Babe. Babe,” Jax shouted from the other end of the aisle, “look, I got HARD wood.”
She looked knowing what she would see…and, yes, he was holding up another plank of wood. She shook her head in silent laughter. They were here to pick up supplies for the summer and the deck. Unfortunately, for her, Jax was in a mood. She turned to shout at him, but he disappeared again, like a kid in a candy store.
Jetta heard a cart with squeaky wheels approaching, she whirled ready for another of Jax’s puns and to give him a small piece of her mind. The old man pushing the cart stopped, a shocked look flashed across his face. The heat of embarrassment washed over Jetta’s face.
“Sorry,” she mumbled, “I thought you were someone else.”
“I am glad I am not that person,” Old Man Jenkins replied.
“Really, I am sorry. It’s been a long shopping trip.”
“What are you here for?” Jenkins asked.
“Summer outdoor supplies and some stuff to fix the deck. What are you here for?”
Jenkins hesitated for a moment, pretending to clean off his glasses, “Um…I have a special project. I..uh…am finishing up my basement. Making the room I have always wanted,” he said in a rush.
“That sounds interesting,” Jetta replied.
“Wanna screw,” Jax said from behind her holding the largest screw she had ever seen in front of her face.
Old Man Jenkins laughed. His laughing got Jetta to laugh. Jetta grabbed the screw out of his hand and looked over her shoulder at him with her best, “not right now look.” Jax smiled like nothing had happened.
“He thought it was funny,” Jax said of Jenkins who was still laughing.
“This is my better half, Jax,” Jetta said.
“Hello,” Jax said, “I see you have hard wood too?”
All three of the giggled and snorted.
“I think I found what we are looking for a couple of aisles over,” Jax said to Jetta.
“Have you seen rope?” Jenkins asked Jax.
Jax thought for a moment, a mischievous look on his face, “Two aisle over next to the blue balls.”
Jetta nudged Jax in the ribs and gave him the look again.
“What?” Jax started, “There is a bin of blue balls. You know for kids.”
“Thank you,” Jenkins replied shaking his head and laughing, “It was nice meeting you both. Maybe our paths will cross again.”
“Nice meeting you,” Jetta said.
Old Man Jenkins went one way and Jax and Jetta went another way.
“You can’t. I know you can’t,” Chaz said voice cracking each time he said can’t.
“I will bet you twenty dollars I can,” Devon retorted superiority dripping from each word.
Chaz turned away from the television, pointed at Devin with his mayonnaise-smeared controller, “Twenty dollars?”
“Yep,” Devin replied a smug look on his face.
Chaz turned back to the television, “Damnit, I died,” he whined.
On screen, his character lay dead among a pile of zombies. Tossing his controller onto a table Chaz stood up and grabbed his ass. Finding only skin he looked embarrassed.
“Deal,” Chaz said while glancing around the television for his wallet, “You swallow that sausage whole and you get twenty.”
Superior smile on his face Devin picked up the sausage.
“Wait a minute,” Chaz interrupted, “Swallowing the whole sausage is too easy for you.” Chaz finished with a smirk and waggling his junk in Devin’s direction.
“Fuck you,” Devin retorted, “What do you have in mind?”
Barbossa greeted Jenkins his arms loaded with bags at the door.
“What have they done this time?” Jenkins asked Barbossa.
After rubbing against Jenkins’s leg, Barbossa headed into the kitchen. Jenkins set the bags by the door, kicked off his shoes and followed Barbossa into the kitchen, hoping Barbossa was hungry and nothing more.
“What in the HELL!” Jenkins shouted standing in the doorway to the kitchen.
“Meow,” Barbossa concurred from a countertop.
“I think Devin needs a doctor,” Chaz said from the floor, his voice cracking on the words Devin and doctor.
Bent over the kitchen table, Devin looked in pain, number ten on the pain chart. His hands were white knuckled gripping the edges of the kitchen table. A column of smoke drifted from Devin’s ass to the ceiling. His pale white ass red and shiny coated in something-Jenkins assumed mayonnaise. Chaz lay on the floor, his face blacked with soot and meat. Pieces of meat covered the wall behind Chaz.
Jax carried several bags of fertilizer to the garden behind the porch. His rose plants needed some attention. Dropping the bags, two rabbits hopped off. If Jetta would let him he would do something about those rabbits, but she insisted they he leave them alone. Every year, she started a garden and every year the rabbits ate most of it. Circle of life indeed. Jetta joined him carrying a tray of plants.
“Hey, my rabbits,” she cheerfully said pointing at the white tails hoping around a corner.
“Yes, your rabbits,” Jax said sarcastically, “This year…”
“You will not do anything to my rabbits,” Jetta interrupted.
“What? No, this year I am going to get a blue rose.”
Every year he tried to grow a blue rose and while Jetta thought he would never be successful, she had to admit that some of the roses he did grow were pretty and the color in the yard was always pleasant. Putting on her best, “of course you will look.”
“This will be the year,” she said.
“Don’t give me that look. This is the year,” he replied as he started unpacking the tray of plants.
“Want something to drink?”
“Please,” Jax replied, arranging the plants in neat rows.
Inside the kitchen, Jetta wiped off the counter before opening the refrigerator. She was reaching for two Cokes when the doorbell sounded, ding dong, followed by a knock. She left the refrigerator door open to answer the front door. Standing at the door was a short woman wearing a dark blue Package Express Nationwide International Services uniform. Her white name patch proudly announcing her name, Erin. She smiled at Jetta, and then frowned as an ambulance roared down the street. Jetta looked down the street after the ambulance and shrugged her shoulders.
“I have your package,” Erin cheerfully said a she held up a box wrapped in brown paper, “Uh…”
Jetta heard the loud buzzing coming from the box, which seemed to be shaking in Erin’s hands. Jetta took the vibrating box from Erin’s hands. Holding onto the box, her fingertips started to tingle. Erin pulled out a handheld signature device from her hip holster and held it out to Jetta who set the box down. Vibrating on the ground the box started to move, Jetta put a foot down on top of the box.
“It’s from my aunt,” Jetta said with a smirk as she signed on the line.
“Have a good day,” Erin said with a smile, raising an eyebrow towards the vibrating box under Jetta’s foot.
Jenkins stood on his front porch watching the red-faced EMS personnel load Devin and Chaz into the back of the ambulance. When the EMS personnel entered the kitchen both of them started to laugh and tried contained their laughter. However the longer they worked on Devin the more red-faced they got and muffled snorts came from both of them. Jenkins did not blame them, if not for the meat he had to clean off the wall, he would have been laughing with them.
Thinking of the meat mess infuriated Jenkins. The silver lining, Devin at least, would not be back for a few days and when he returned Jenkins would have a talk with him. The ambulance roared off and Jenkins went back to his kitchen, shaking his head the entire time he scrapped the meat off of the wall. Barbossa stayed out of sight, she knew her master well enough to avoid his moods.
“Come on Barbossa. We have work to do,” Jenkins called out as he picked up the bags and headed for the tornado shelter.
“Meow,” from Barbossa as she ran out the backdoor.
Barbossa waited patiently as Jenkins lifted the large wooden door open and dropped it to the side. As soon as the door was open enough for her to fit, Barbossa darted into the shelter. Before gathering up the bags, Jenkins watched the sun start to set. The setting sun provided enough light for him to walk down the worn wooden steps into the shelter and find the light.
Moving around the small room Jenkins made note of the roots to remove and additional supplies he was going to need to finish his project. Smacking himself on the head for not thinking to get some freestanding shelves or a trunk first Jenkins did not unpack the bags, instead moving them to the far corner. Bored, Barbossa followed Jenkins as he made one last tour of the room.
“Are you making the drinks by hand?” Jax shouted as he entered the back of the house.
A white towel hit him square in the face.
“What,” he mumbled from beneath the towel.
Tossing the towel onto a nearby table, he saw Jetta standing in the doorway of the kitchen wearing her favorite hat, a Cheshire grin, and nothing else. Her skin glistened and she had one hand behind her back.
“Whatcha got behind your back?” Jax asked taking in his wife’s body.
“Nothing,” she said demurely.
Click! Followed by buzzing sound that filled the room. Jetta’s arm behind her back shook. Her grin got larger and her eyes lit up.
“Did it come?” Jax asked.
“I did, twice,” Jetta replied holding aloft a large red vibrator.
Winking, she turned and ran for their bedroom, Jax hot on her heels. She jumped onto the bed scrabbling for the other side when Jax caught her by the ankle dragging her laughing over to him. He took the vibrator out of her hand, the powerful vibrations shot up his arm.
“Damn,” he said while applying the rounded head to her swollen vulva.
Jetta sucked a breath and gasped as the vibrator did its work on her crotch. Powerful vibrations tingled her clit, her pussy, and her ass. She tried to squirm away, but Jax held onto her ankle and continued to press the vibrator home.
“Enough, enough,” Jetta panted, “It’s too much.”
“Too much you say,” Jax said as he tossed the vibrator onto the pillows where it rolled down onto the bed vibrations shaking the bed and undid his pants with his free hand.
His erect cock sprung forth as his pants hit the floor. Grabbing her other ankle Jax pulled her to him impaling her with his cock. Putting her legs on his shoulders Jax thrust deep into Jetta. She used her legs to pull herself tighter against him. The vibrator continued to roll over the bed.
“I love the feel of your cock,” Jetta said between grunts, groans, and moans.
“I love your pussy,” Jax grunted.
A few minutes later laying together on the bed, Jetta turned off the vibrator.
“This is a keeper,” Jetta said with a smile.
“Add it to the trunk,” Jax replied.
They lay together enjoying post sex bliss when a phone rang. Neither of them moved from the bed for the first two rings, on the third Jetta rolled off the bed, Jax grasping after her, and picked up her phone from the nightstand.
“Hello? Hey Mandy.”
Jax woke up when Jetta shook him. As he rolled over, she tossed her phone on the bed and picked up the big red one. Jax watched as she opened their toy chest at the end of the bed. She lifted out the top tray of flavored lubes and set it on the bed. While she made room in the toy chest for the big red one, Jax taste tested their flavored lubes.
Coughing, Jax asked, “Do we have to keep the bacon flavored lube?”
“That bad?” she responded.
“Haven’t you tasted it?”
“No, flavored lube is more of a you thing,” Jetta responded while putting the top tray back, “I prefer au natural,” she finished with a wink.
Rolling off the bed, Jax put on his pants, “Hey, what did Mandy want?”
“Lunch tomorrow she has a new job.”
“Another job? What happened to working at that ice cream place?”
“I’ll find out over lunch.”
Grabbing the car keys from the bowl next to the front door, Jenkins opened the front door and walked into Patience.
“What the..,” he said angrily.
“Good Lord,” Patience said taking a step back.
“Who are you?”
Patience straightened herself out and straightened her back, putting her best face forward.
“How fortunate that we bumped into each other,” Patience said.
“Are you serious?” Jenkins retorted.
“Yes, I am sir. Do you have a few minutes to talk about your salvation?” Patience continued, as if he had not said word.
Jenkins held out his keys, “Actually, I do not. I am headed out for the day.”
“Perhaps, I could return later when you have time,” Patience said.
“You know what?” Jenkins said, “I’m busy for the next few days, but if you come back early next week we can do lunch and you can tell me about salvation.”
A giant smile blossomed on Patience’s face; unconsciously she made the sign of the cross. She opened up her large bag and pulled out a date book. Flipping a few pages, she looked up at Jenkins.
“I can be back Monday or Tuesday,” she replied hopefully.
“You pick one,” Jenkins said walking past her to his car.
“Thank you sir. I will see you next week,“ Patience said as Jenkins turned on his car.
He waved to her and drove off; totally forgetting about her by the time he reached Mayer’s the local big box store.
“You got fired for what?” Jetta asked Mandy.
The loud music made talking more of a shouting match, but Drumsticks was their go to lunch destination. Never had chicken drumsticks and musical drumsticks been put together like they had in Drumsticks and hopefully they never would again, Jetta thought every time she came here. The music, whatever was currently trendy, blared from speakers everywhere and if that was not enough noise, televisions competed to be heard.
“You did what with the cones?” Jetta asked, unsure of what Mandy had said.
“I said I got fired for boning the manager over a box of cones.”
“Why did you bone the manager?” Jetta asked around laughs.
“He was cute,” Mandy replied smiling devilishly.
The voluptuous waitress delivered their baskets of drumsticks and fries, walking away before Jetta or Mandy could ask for refills. They gave each other the “what can you expect” shrug.
“What are you going to do for a job?” Jetta asked, pointing at Mandy with a drumstick.
“I already got one,” she replied.
“You did? That’s great,” Jetta gushed, “Where at?”
“At Pussy House Rules,” Mandy replied.
“The titty bar outside of town?”
“Don’t judge,” Mandy said, “You know I like to dance. So why not make some money while dancing?”
“But nothing, I need a job and its good money,” Mandy interrupted.
“How do you know its good money?” Jetta asked, seeking a hole in Mandy’s argument and choice of job.
“How do you think I can afford lunch? Other than the cute manager, Dairy Youse paid for shit.”
“You’ve already danced?”
“Pick your jaw off the table. Two nights in a row and I dance tonight. You should come visit,” Many said, “Bring Jax he’ll have a great time.”
“I’m sure he will. I’ll think about it,” Jetta said pondering for a moment, “What time do you start?”
“Show up around 9. I’ll leave your names with the door guy.”
Jetta pushed her tray with the remains of a drumstick and her drink with the last drink in the bottom to the middle of the table as she leaned back into the booth.
“Aren’t you going to finish that?” Mandy said gesturing to the food.
“You know I always leave one bite and I never finish a drink,” Jetta responded while checking her phone for messages.
Shaking her head Mandy said, “What the fuck is that about?”
Jetta shrugged and put her phone away.
Old Man Jenkins hated Mayer’s. Unfortunately, there were only two big box stores in town and he refused to shop at AwlMarts. Which left him Mayer’s where it seemed everyone came at the same time he did. Jenkins walked from the back of the parking lot into Mayer’s picking up a shopping cart along the way.
“Good afternoon,” the cherubic and overly friendly greeter belted out to anyone walking in.
Putting on his best, “I am happy to be here smile,” Jenkins pushed the cart past her into the store. Walking back to the Storage Solutions aisle Jenkins envied Barbossa who was most likely sound asleep on his bed. Another cart crashing into his cart shook Jenkins out of his envious mood.
“Hey, don’t I know you?” Jax asked, as he pulled his cart out of the collision.
Jenkins moved his own cart back and looked up at the man; where did he know him? A wide smile crept across his face as he remembered where he saw this man before.
“You were at the hardware store talking to my wife?” Jax asked.
“That’s right. I had hard wood,” Jenkins laughed thinking about the wood in his cart at the time and the memory of Jax’s wood under the towel.
Jax laughed, “Funny crashing into you here. What are you shopping for?”
Jenkins pointed to the storage solutions, “I have some things I am going to need to store soon.”
“That’s cool. I’m here for more planting supplies,” Jax said indicating the contents of his cart with a wave of his hand, “Well I need to get home before Jetta returns from lunch.”
“Nice seeing you again,” Jenkins said, “By the way, my name is Jenkins.”
Jax shook Jenkins’s hand, “My name is Jax and my missing better half is Jetta. I’m sure we will bump into each other again.”
A short while later Jenkins loaded the large blue storage containers into his car. Patting down his pants for his keys, he pulled out the delivery receipt for the truck and cabinets, tomorrow around noon. Jenkins looked up feeling the sun on his face, things were definitely moving in the right direction.
“Seriously?” Jax asked Jetta.
“Yes,” Jetta replied hand on one hip trying her best not to start laughing at the kid in a candy store look on Jax’s face, “we are going to the titty bar tonight.”
“I better get some singles,” Jax said and started laughing, “Which titty bar are we going to?”
“Pussy House Rules.”
Jax and Jetta stood at the back of the parking lot admiring the decor. The neon pink lights from every corner of the building provided enough light that they had no trouble navigating between the parked cars to get to the front of the club. Bass thumped from everywhere a testament to the sound system, thin walls or both. A neon pink sign adorned with headshots of the main acts blocked their path to the front door.
“I don’t see Mandy,” Jax said pointing at the sign.
“It is her third night,” Jetta replied, walking around the sign.
Other than the neon pink edging lights the building was featureless from the parking lot to the front. The front however, a testament to neon, pink, and cats. “Pussy House Rules” in cursive neon pink lights adorned both sides of the pink leather looking front door. Next to the front door, a cartoon image of a female cat wearing pasties over her ample breasts and a thong waved a greeting. Standing in front of the door, a very imposing man wearing a black suit with neon pink accents. He did not look pleased.
Holding up his hand to Jax and Jetta, “ID’s please.”
They handed over their driver’s licenses, which he peered at and then at them before handing the licenses back.
“Pussy House Rules welcomes you. Please take time to read the rules of the house at coat check,” he said in a monotone as he held open the door for them. The bass from the club music threatened to knock all three of them over.
“Is this where neon goes to die?” Jax asked.
He could not stop staring at the neon lights; neon pink or light purple lights bordered everything-mirrors, tables, chairs, the stages, the walls, and Jax feared if he stood there long enough he would get covered in neon. The neon gave everything a pink haze making it hard to distinguish colors.
“What?” Jetta shouted.
She could not stop staring at the stage; two women gyrated to a song she did not know, moving their hips, tits, and arms in beat with the music and the crowd of men in front of the stage ate up every move. When one of the women squatted in front of a group of men and began gyrating, money seem to explode out of the pack of men.
“The lights,” Jax shouted back pointing at the club, “Oh…” his sentence drifting off as he noticed the stage.
“Let’s get a seat,” Jetta said heading into the club.
“HEY!” a woman wearing a pink furry bra standing behind a counter shouted at them, “Coat check is five dollars!”
“We don’t have coats,” Jetta responded, walking over to the woman.
“Everyone has a coat,” the woman responded as she pointed at sign next to her counter.
A floor to ceiling sign announcing to everyone the “Rules of the Pussy House.”
- All patrons have a coat. All patrons must have a drink in front of them at all times.
- Patrons will not touch the dancers.
- Patrons will not get on stage.
- Patrons will be respectful of the women at all times.
- Failure to follow the rules will may result in harm to the patron.
- Pussy House Rules management is not responsible to any harm done to a patron because the patron did not follow the rules.
Jax handed over ten dollars to the woman, “Thank you.”
“Have a good time,” she responded with a wink.
Jetta grabbed Jax by the arm and headed back into the club. They took notice of the three stages, one center stage where the two women continued to gyrate and two smaller stages to either side of the center stage, both were empty. On the far side of the room was a bar and DJ booth. The closest seating to the stage consisted of small two-person tables and as many chairs as could be packed into the tight space. The men nearest to the stage grabbed the closest chair when they needed to sit down. Drinks and empty glasses covered all of the tables. A main thoroughfare separated the stage seating and the next group of tables and chairs, arranged for small groups and couples. A smaller thoroughfare separated the middle section of seating for booths arranged against the back wall. A pink curtain covered entrance near the bar indicated where the private room was located.
The cartoon female cat adorned every available surface; walls, tabletops, glasses, napkins, stage curtains, and even on the seat cushions. Jetta noticed the outfits before Jax. Nudging him in the ribs to get his attention away from the dancer on stage, she nodded to a passing waitress. All of the waitresses had the same costume: furry pink cat ears, furry pink bra, furry pink thong, and furry pink cat tail.
Jetta sat down in a booth at the back, one with a good view of center stage. Jax stood.
“Not tonight baby,” Jetta pleaded, “just this one time sit in a booth.”
“You know how I feel about booths.”
Jetta rolled her eyes, “I think everyone know how you feel about booths. Would you rather sit at one of the tables over there?” pointing towards some empty tables away from the stage.
Jax looked over his shoulder at the seating, and then moved out of the way of the cat waitress passing by.
“Fine, just this one time, but if we need to escape and cannot because we are trapped in a booth, I hold you responsible,” he said in one breath.
“Let’s hope that doesn’t happen,” Jetta said patting a space next to her and rolling her eyes.
Less than a minute later a cat waitress appeared and took their order, Cokes for now, and returned less than a minute after that with two small glasses with watered down Coke.
“Seriously, seven dollars for this?” he complained.
“When she comes back, order us some beers, at least we will get drunk enough to forget about the cost,” Jetta responded.
The two dancers finally left the stage and for the first time since they arrived, the club was quiet. The stage lights dimmed and over the speakers “Jason” said in a woman’s voice followed by the opening notes of Talk Dirty To Me and the stage lights came up as Mandy strutted onto center stage wearing devil horns, a red reflective bra, red reflective g-string, devil tail, and carrying a pitchfork.
“…get jazzy…” heavy bass and she dropped into splits and popped back up to gyrate to the horns section. The men in front of the stage went crazy. In time with the music, she pointed to the men with the pitchfork and then Mandy grabbed the poll and swung around lowering herself to the stage.
“Uno, friend in Rio…” Mandy bent over in front of the men, squatting in front of them and gyrating her hips, before popping up to go around the poll again. When the horns section started up again she was extending a leg over the men and dropping down to let them stuff money into her g-string.
And just as suddenly, the music changed as Talk Dirty To Me ended, the DJ faded Marilyn Manson’s Sweet Dreams in so that by the time the audience had noticed the shift in music Mandy was dancing-acting out the lyrics “Some of them want to be abused,” when the first bass note hit, she flung her top off.
Mandy used the slow and fast pace of the song to collect money, dance, show off, and collect more money. Jax and Jetta could not take their eyes off her performance. Before the last note of her last song ended, Mandy had strutted off stage, her g-string stuffed with money and a new dancer was on stage.
A few minutes later, the waitress dropped off two more beers when Mandy sat down next to Jetta.
“What did you think?” Mandy shouted.
Mandy grabbed Jetta’s hand and stood up, “Come on. Let’s go talk some place quieter.”
Jetta grabbed Jax pulling him out of the booth as the three of them headed behind the private room curtain. The private room was no different from the rest of the club-neon, pink, and the club’s cat on every surface. Banks of pink couches lined all of the walls with just enough space between banks to give the illusion that each bank was a separate space. On either end of the room were dancing polls. Other than the three of them, the room was empty.
“Where did you learn to dance like that?” Jetta asked as she sat down on a couch against the backwall.
“You liked that?” Mandy replied remaining standing.
“You were hot as hell,” Jax said sitting down next to Jetta. Immediately giving her his best “well she was” look.
“You were pretty hot,” Jetta agreed.
Mandy slowly danced in front of them to the music in the club, “I’ve been dancing on and off for a while,” when she saw their expressions, “No, not club dancing, just dancing. That’s all that was, dancing.”
“It looked..,” Jax struggled to find the right word.
“Hot. You looked sexy and like you were having fun,” Jetta finished.
“It’s more fun than I thought,” Mandy replied.
“Sit down and talk,” Jetta said patting an empty seat next to her.
“I can’t. If I am in here I have to be dancing,” Mandy said while dancing in front of Jetta, “I could get fired if Vincento walks in and I am not dancing.”
“I guess you should dance then,” Jax said with a smile, “Wanna a lap dance?” he asked Jetta.
Mandy stepped in front of Jetta, placed her hands on Jetta’s knees and pushed her legs apart, and stepped into the space. Moving with the music, Mandy slow danced in front of Jetta, her eyes always on Jetta’s eyes. She ran her hands over her body and used that motion to straddle Jetta’s leg, gyrating against her thigh while pressing her tits against Jetta. Jetta responded by grabbing ahold of Mandy’s ass, which earned her hands a slap and a waggled finger with a huge smile from Mandy as she danced off Jetta’s thigh and pointed at the Rules of the House sign in the room with a smile.
“Awesome game Banks,” Officer Coughlin said as he walked past her at the bar.
“Thanks,” Detective Chloe Banks said over her shoulder, “Bobby another round for the team.”
The bar erupted in cheers. Detective Banks was celebrating her team’s win over division rivals before heading home for the night.
Jacob Silverberg looked up from his desk at the sound of his name. Running his hands over his unshaven face, he wondered what he had done this time. Standing up Jacob ran a hand through his thinning hair and his other hand straightened out his suit jacket. He tried to put on his best smile, but the best he could muster was his “not so downtrodden” expression.
“Shut the door!” Editor in Chief Ramsey yelled.
Jacob shut the door and sat down with a thud in the chair in front of Ramsey’s desk. Even though Jacob barely respected his boss, he always admired how clean and organized the man’s desk and office was. Jacob’s desk was a mess from top to bottom.
Ramsey held Jacob’s latest story between his thumb and index finger waving it in Jacob’s direction, “Do you read what you write before you send it to me or do you write it 15 minutes before deadline and hope that nobody notices?”
Jax checked the clock on dashboard as they pulled into their driveway, one in the morning. He looked over at Jetta who was looking back at him and holding his hand.
“One hell of a night,” he said, putting the car in park.
Lying in bed, Jetta rolled onto her side facing Jax who was finishing another book on crossbreeding roses, “What do you think about having Mandy over for dinner this weekend?”
He turned the page, put his finger between the pages, and set the book on his lap before responding. “Sounds like a great idea to me. We could use the grill.”
“I’ll call her and see if she has the time. How is the book?”
“This might be the ticket,” Jax said holding the book up, “I’m taking plenty of notes.”
A stack of Post-It-Notes sat on the nightstand. Jetta loved his note taking, she found some of his notes stuck to walls, clothing, or in other random places all of the time. Each time he responded the same way, “I had an idea.”
“Don’t stay up too late,” she said.
Jenkins checked the kitchen clock, eleven fifty-nine flashed twice before noon flashed. Anytime now, Jenkins thought. Barbossa hopped onto the kitchen table.
“Meow,” she said sniffing around the table, doing her best to not look interested in the plate with two strips of bacon.
“Go ahead,” Jenkins said.
Barbossa sniffed the plate, snatched a piece of bacon, and hopped to the floor with her prize. Barbossa stopped eating, ears up. Jenkins looked outside, a Mayer’s delivery truck pulled into the driveway at that moment.
“Your ears are much better than mine,” he said, tossing the last piece of bacon to her.
Half an hour later Jenkins threw open the doors to the tornado shelter. The deliverymen had been nice enough to bring the boxes to the tornado shelter. Carrying the first box, he descended into the shelter, the musty odor overpowering. Jenkins set the box down and fumbled for the string to turn on the light. With a tug, the light illuminated the shelter, dirt walls and floor with vines sticking out of the walls here and there. Lots of potential and work, Jenkins thought as he headed up the steps to get the rest of the boxes.
“Meow. Meow,” Barbossa said rubbing up against Jenkins leg.
He looked down at Barbossa, “Go play.”
“Meow. Meow,” Barbossa said with a tone Jenkins recognized as hunger.
At that thought, Jenkins’ stomach rumbled loudly. Odd, how long had he been working, he thought as he looked to the tornado shelter entrance and saw night sky. He looked around the shelter; boxes and packing material lay in a pile in the center of the room. A wooden table and pegboard were against the back wall. A variety of hammers, saws, and other tools hung from hooks in the pegboard. Several blue storage tubs sat in the corner next to the table. Next to the tubs a large wooden frame stood. Where Jenkins stood, pieces for a larger table lay in a pile. On top of the pile were two table legs attached to the tabletop. Time flies, Jenkins thought.
“I’m sorry,” he said to Barbossa, “I did not realize how long I had been working. Let’s get some food.”
“Do you have few moments to talk about your salvation?” Patience asked.
Chloe’s first thought was to shoot this woman in the knee for disturbing her morning ritual of coffee and quiet contemplation. Stun gunning or macing the woman quickly replaced that thought. Perhaps switching to decaf was necessary. Chloe took a long sip of coffee giving Patience her cop stare.
“I’m on a…”
“Mission from God?” Chloe interrupted.
“Why yes, a mission from God,” Patience said ignoring or missing the Blue’s Brothers reference.
“Before you get started,” Chloe interrupted, “I am leaving for work.”
Patience’s right eyebrow shot up, disbelief, but resignation written over her face. “I could come back another day.”
“That’d be great,” Chloe answered while shutting the door.
“How does…” Patience said before the door shut in her face.
Straightening her shoulders, adjusting her purse, Patience made a silent prayer and walked to the next house. One day, someone would hear her message and their life would be changed. One day.
“Sign here,” the nurse said indicating the signature line with a stab of her finger, “and here and here.”
Smirking the entire time, Devin took the pen and signed his name in the indicated spots, “I really am sorry about that accident,” he said as saccharin sweetly as he could muster before bursting out in giggles and snorts.
At Devin’s giggling, Chaz sitting next to the hospital bed snorted in laughter.
“Here is your discharge paperwork, information sheet, and prescription,” the nurse said, not amused. “I hope you pay attention to the instructions, you would not want to return here,” her voice full of menace and a promise of no further “accidents.”
“Are they ready?” a security officer, hand on the hilt of her club asked.
“All yours,” the nurse said as she walked past the officer.
“We get an escort,” Chaz said, his voice cracking on we and escort.
“Only the best of me,” Devin said, smirking the entire time.
“Let’s go,” the officer commanded, gesturing for them to start walking.
Sitting at the kitchen table, Jax flipped through his latest issue of Flower Breeding Monthly, listening to Jetta’s half of the conversation with Mandy.
“Mandy?” Jetta asked, “Sorry. Did I wake you? Oh, I didn’t think about that. I can call back later. No, really. Okay. I wanted to know if you would like to come over this weekend. Really? That would be great. Get some sleep.”
Jetta ended the call, setting the phone down, and looked at Jax. She shook her head, he would never stop trying for that blue rose, one of the reasons she loved him.
“Mandy’s going to visit Friday,” Jetta said as she got up to make coffee.
“Uh huh,” Jax replied non-committedly.
“She said she has a new tattoo on her tits that she wants to show us,” Jetta said, trying not to laugh.
“Her what?” Jax asked, putting down Flower Breeding Monthly and saw Jetta smiling at him, “Sorry I was distracted,” he said gesturing to the magazine.
“I figured as much. Mandy is coming over on Friday,” Jetta said, “Want a cup?”
“Please,” Jax replied, “Doesn’t she have to work?”
“She has this weekend off,” Jetta replied, grabbing two coffee cups.
“We should get some steaks and beer,” Jax said.
The large table finished and sitting in the center of the shelter, Jenkins dusted himself off. A few more things and this would be exactly as he planned. His stomach rumbled. As he shut the shelter doors he heard the doorbell sound, followed by loud knocking. He ran through the house to the front door, throwing it open he saw the back of a delivery driver’s uniform.
“Wait!” Jenkins shouted, “I was in the back.”
Erin turned around, smile on her face. She held a large box from All Knotted Up in her hands. She pulled out the signature device as she reached the porch.
“Macramé,” she said with a smile, nodding at the box.
Jenkins brow furrowed.
“All Knotted Up. Rope. Macramé,” Erin explained.
Jenkins laughed, “Something a bit bigger than a hanging plant holder.”
“You’re all set. Have a good day,” Erin sa
“You as well,” Jenkins replied, turning to go inside.
“We’re BACK!” shouted in unison by two very familiar and totally unwanted voices, caused Jenkins to turn back.
Devin on crutches, followed by Chaz walked up the walkway. Without any other words, they headed downstairs as soon as they got inside. Watching Devin navigate the stairs amused Jenkins, at the same time he wondered how much longer before they did something that required his attention. Once he heard them talking about video games, Jenkins and Barbossa went to the tornado shelter. For the rest of the night Jenkins finished construction.
Friday started uneventfully. Jenkins, sore from construction in the tornado shelter, kept waiting for Chaz and Devin to do something stupid to draw his ire. Thankfully, they remained in the basement, only venturing out of their hole to get food and pick up Devin’s prescription. While waiting for them to do something stupid, Jenkins watched Jax and Jetta through his telescope working on plans, which turned into fantasies where they became close friends and he showed them his construction and they had endless amounts of sex together.
Jax worked with his patch of roses most of the morning. Jetta remained indoors, when he did see her she was cleaning something. At the moment, she was wiping off the kitchen counter. Jenkins fantasized her bent over the counter while he fucked her from behind. Shaking his head to dislodge the fantasy, he resumed watching her. She seemed to be preparing for a special occasion. Counter clean, she disappeared. Needing some lunch, Jenkins headed downstairs; all quiet other than the noises from their video games.
Returning to the telescope, Jetta stood topless in the doorway calling to Jax. Jax’s head popped up from the roses to stare at her. From this distance, Jenkins thought he could feel the sexual energy. Dusting himself off, Jax headed indoors scooping Jetta up on his way inside. Jenkins swung the telescope to their bedroom window, but the shade was down.
He sat back, grabbing a handful of carrot sticks. Munching, he thought about how best to make his plan-fantasy come true. This would not be the first time he found a couple and showed them the ropes. Thinking of rope made him smile. There had to be a hook. Figuring Jax and Jetta would be having sex for a while, he knew he would if he was Jax, Jenkins leaned back, closed his eyes, and napped.
Barbossa landing in his lap, and nudging his hand, woke him up from his nap. Disoriented for a few seconds, Jenkins looked for to the clock, he had been asleep for three hours.
“Okay, let’s get you some food,” Jenkins said, while petting Barbossa.
Hearing the word food, Barbossa hopped down and bolted for the door. Before following Barbossa, Jenkins took a quick peek, they were not in sight. After feeding Barbossa and changing her water, Jenkins grabbed a Coke and returned to the telescope. Smoke rose from the grill on their porch. He could see both of them in the kitchen. Dinnerware sat of the table, he could not see for certain, but it looked like Jetta was talking to someone else. The rear door opened, Jax followed by a woman Jenkins did not recognize walked over to the grill. The cloud of smoke when Jax opened the grill blocked Jenkins’ view for a few seconds. When the smoke cleared, Jetta had joined them on the porch.
“That smells great,” Mandy said, taking a sip of beer.
Jetta put an arm around Mandy’s waist, “He can grill.”
“Let’s eat,” Jax announced holding a plate of steaks.
An hour later, kitchen table cluttered with dinner plates and empty bottles of beer, they were in the living room. Jax asleep in the recliner. Mandy laying on the couch, her head in Jetta’s lap. Jetta stroked Mandy’s hair absentmindedly while drinking her beer and watching television.
“I remember many nights just like this in college,” Mandy said.
“Fondly,” Jetta replied.
“Do you miss them?” Mandy asked.
“Sometimes,” Jetta replied.
“Is now one of those times?” Mandy asked while sitting up and leaning towards Jetta.
Jetta leaned in with her free hand pulled Mandy’s lips onto her lips, crushing her lips in a passionate kiss. Pulling back, “Does that answer your question?”
Mandy pulled Jetta to her into an embrace. Within in minutes, beers abandoned, and shirts tossed onto the floor, the ladies lay on the couch kissing and stroking each other. Pinching Mandy’s nipples, Jetta sucked on Mandy’s lower lip, while Mandy fumbled with the buttons of Jetta’s pants snaking her hand in her pants, fingering Jetta with rapid, short thrusts. Jetta pulled away from Mandy, raised her hips, tossed her pants onto the floor, and spread her legs. Mandy pulled her hand out of Jetta’s panties, hooked her fingers into the waistband and added the panties to the pile of clothes on the floor. She wasted no time burying her face in Jetta’s pussy, her fingers quickly joining her tongue. Jetta leaned back, one hand cupping one tit and then the other, her other hand, on the back of Mandy’s head encouraging her. Within minutes, Jetta was panting and grinding her pussy against Mandy’s face. The thought of her wetness all over Mandy’s face and kissing her afterwards sent her over the edge. Gripping onto Mandy’s head, Jetta ground her pussy against Mandy’s face and came.
Jetta’s grip relaxed and Mandy sat up, slowly pulling her fingers out of Jetta. She held them up and slowly licked Jetta’s juices off them. Jetta sat up, grabbed Mandy and kissed her with wild abandon relishing her taste and scent on Mandy’s face. Without breaking the kiss, Jetta pulled on Mandy’s legs forcing her to lay back. Then she tore Mandy’s clothing off, roughly pushed her thighs apart and attacked her pussy with her mouth. Sucking on Mandy’s clit, elicited a loud moan, thrusting two fingers into her wet hole, elicited another loud moan, and when Jetta pinched Mandy’s nipple, she was rewarded by a third loud moan and gush of Mandy’s wetness all over her face.
Arms over her head and eyes closed, Mandy relished in the attention. Mandy’s eyes opened in pleasant shock when she felt one of Jetta’s fingers enter her ass. That is when she saw Jax, naked, standing behind Jetta, his hands on her hips pulling her back onto his cock. He winked at her, at that moment Jetta increased the pace of her fingers and tongue. Mandy closed her eyes to enjoy the long wave of pleasure. Mandy came for the second time watching Jax cum, a roar of joy as he plunged his cock into Jetta and stood still, muscles rigid, for a few seconds, before relaxing.
“I’m telling you I can slide down the stair railing on my skateboard just like I did,” Chaz said voice cracking.
“That was a video game,” Devin retorted.
“What’s the difference? They use real physics for the game,” Chaz said, voice cracking on the high syllables.
Devin worn out from arguing with Chaz and the medication, cut the argument short, “Prove it.”
“Where and when?”
“Shit. I don’t know. I’ll tell you tomorrow.”
Pulling the tornado shelter doors shut and securing the locking bar in place, Jenkins looked down at his problem-he needed to dispose of these bodies and quickly. He kicked the bodies of Chaz and Devin; dumbasses he thought angrily; never again would they cause him or Barbossa trouble.
A day ago…
Barbossa lay on the kitchen floor, not moving. The kitchen was a disaster, the table smashed, two of the chairs broken, the other two scattered on the far side of the room, and the kitchen door hung askew. A skateboard rolled across the floor. Chaz sat against the wall holding onto his sides wearing a grimace. Devin stood in the basement stairwell, smug look on his face.
“Told you,” Devin said to Chaz.
“Fuck you,” Chaz retorted.
“Oh shit,” Devin exclaimed.
Jenkins stormed across the room, face red with rage.
“What did you do!” he shouted.
Chaz giggled and Devin snorted.
“Nothing,” both of them said trying to stop laughing.
“Stop laughing!” he commanded, as he crouched next to Barbossa, she was breathing.
He stood up and stepped to Devin, “You and him get out!”
“Why? We didn’t do anything?” Devin responded his face turning red from trying to hold in the giggles.
Chaz’s giggles turned into laughter; he doubled over holding his sides.
“Holy shit, my sides hurt,” Chaz said.
Devin looked away from Jenkins to Chaz, “Told you. That was fucking…”
“STOP LAUGHING!” Jenkins shouted as he shoved Devin in the chest. Devin fell down the stairs.
“What the fuck is your problem!” Chaz shouted, standing up.
Jenkins rounded on Chaz, his hands wrapping around Chaz’s throat, “STOP LAUGHING!”
Jenkins bore Chaz to the kitchen floor, using his weight to keep Chaz on the ground. A few minutes later Chaz stopped moving. Sitting back, Jenkins remembered Barbossa. He gently picked up Barbossa, grabbed his keys, and went to his car.
Two hours later, Jenkins returned home. Chaz lay on the floor, not moving. The kitchen remained a disaster zone, but the house was quiet. Jenkins righted a chair and sat down looking at Chaz’s body. Working on a mental list, Jenkins remembered Devin, with a sigh he got up and looked down the basement stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, Devin lay, unmoving, his head at an unnatural angle. Another thing to add to his list.
“That was unexpected,” Jax said to Jetta over dinner.
“But a good surprise?” she asked.
A few moments of silence, Jetta watching Jax push food around his plate, “Is something a matter?”
He looked up, “No,” he began, “I mean it was great…”
“No, I am not leaving you and I am not turning lesbo on you,” Mandy said laughing.
“I wasn’t worried about that,” Jax responded laughing.
“Well then, what is on your mind?”
“Can we do it again?”
“I figured as much,” Jetta said laughing.
Several hours later, “Have you done that before?”
“What?” Jetta asked setting down a flat of flowers.
“Done that before,” Jax repeated while sorting the flowers into rows.
Jetta sat down next to him watching him sort, “I’ve carried flower flats before,” she said sarcastically.
“That’s not what I was asking about,” Jax said irritated.
“Then what do you mean?”
“You know. Last night.”
“With Mandy?” Jetta asked, “A few times in college. You know experimentation. Pissed off at men and it seemed like a good alternative.”
Jetta watched the trees blur by as they drove into town. Letting her mind wander she found herself thinking about Mandy, college, and last night. As she reminisced, a smile formed; that first time Donny or Steve or whateverhisnamewas cheated on her with some whore she went to Mandy for friendship and comfort. Mandy insisted they go out to the bar. A few hours later and drunk off her ass, Jetta crashed at Mandy’s place. Some drunken hugging turned into kissing and then petting and the rest was history.
“Did you hear me?” Jax asked?
“Huh,” Jetta said snapping out of her thoughts, “Sorry I was thinking about something. What did you say?”
“Should we invite Mandy over for dinner again?”
“Dinner?” Jetta said with a smirk.
“There was a lot of eating,” Jax said with a laugh.
Jax leaned back in the theatre chair and reached into the popcorn bucket in Jetta’s lap. The previews had not started and the place was empty. Jetta leaned in, kissing him on the cheek.
“I love you,” she said.
Pulling a handful of popcorn out of the bucket, “I love you too,” Jax replied, “What’s on your mind?”
“If we do this and I am not saying we are, we have to agree on a few things,” Jetta said.
“What do you have in mind?”
Chloe sat down in her chair with a sigh. She set her coffee next to a large stack of files and grabbed the top file. She grabbed a few pages and flipped the file open. She knew the victim’s name and essential data. Knowing that did not solve the case though. Taking a long drink of coffee, Chloe looked over the case details and photos. Cold cases were a pain in the ass. Another flip and she was looking at a headshot of the victim, female, strangled.