Lucy was tossed around like meat for two hungry dogs. She didn’t give a damn about the sweaty hands roaming under the fabric of her top and cupping a breast. She wanted to focus on the job. Not even the sensation of a poorly manicured nail clipping her inner thigh rattled a response. Lucy tried to shout something over the techno beats then chucked the vodka that languished in her lazy hand at the man, he laughed.
They weren’t innocent like her stalker, Michael. Lucy knew his voyeuristic ass was probably waiting outside the nightclub holding that expensive camera in that ’95 Accord. Ever since he caught her straddling a client on top of a park bench, he was addicted. At first Lucy loved it. He never saw it all though. It was a waiting game in the beginning, toying with Michael until he either had the nerve to approach or until she got tired and made an offer. It was torture, she’d have to hurt him if he turned out like the others.
Things were different. Michael was on her mind too often. She could barely work. It was all thanks to almost getting captured in the full act, the whole nitty gritty, in the back of some Italian sports ride. The thought made Lucy’s stomach churn, having Michael and his innocence gazing at everything she had to do to survive. How was she going to handle him? She pushed the thought away. Now she was famished into desperation, the risk of exposure, handling two pieces of ass at once. Lucy motioned at the exit. The two men nodded.
Outside, Lucy saw the car, Michael was here. She moved again towards an alley amidst the drunken gropes of the johns. As she turned into the dark corner Lucy heard a car door slam. Leading the men deeper into the filthy labyrinth, they twisted in blinding darkness, guided my Lucy’s hands, unphased by lack of light. Lucy stopped and grabbed one of the men and forced him against a wall.
“Now.” She ordered.
Lucy’s mouth latched to one man while the second dragged his body against hers, hands moving the bottom of her skirt upwards. Teeth bit into lip and a small cry escaped someone. Lucy tried to focus on the grunts and whimpers until the sounds of footsteps broke her concentration. Michael couldn’t see her like this, opening a world that would render his pure senses dull to everyday life. The footsteps grew louder, splashing into puddles and smacking against gravel. Lucy sighed as the man in the back suddenly stopped his thrusting. Moving her slick arm back, she snagged the second john with her hand and wrenched him to her mouth. The wet noises and frantic pulses collided and ended with the sound of a camera flash. Lucy wiped the blood from her mouth, allowed the body of the second man to drop, and turned to the glint of the camera lens.
“Want to see more?” Lucy asked. END #flashfiction #writing #horror #fiction