Nail Clippers, Pages 7 & 8


Barbossa explored the tornado shelter while Jenkins stood in the center mentally making 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 planning at Barbossa’s meow and pawing in a corner.

“What have you found?”

“Meow,” the cat replied.

With a swipe of her paw, Barbossa 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. The barest hint of 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. Jenkins waves his hand in front of his face to disperse the thick pungent 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 blurted out the most inane statements, embarrassing him in front of his friends. 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. 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 a 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. Wasting no time, Jenkins jammed his face onto her pussy and 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 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 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 at her, at her non-stop giggling and laughing, to fuel his thrusts. Hoping he could fuck her to stop laughing. His hands creeped from her shoulders to her neck. Grasping 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.


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