Page 9 of Trig

She softly kisses my neck and then her lips travel up higher until she is nibbling on my ear.

“He’ll kill me if I don’t,” she whispers.

We both pull away and look at each other. Suddenly, Carmen slams a bottle of Vodka down on the pool table between us.

“Are you two going to sweet talk each other all night or am I gonna get a show?” he mocks.

We both turn our heads and stare at him uncomfortably. He nods to the bottle. The girl quickly opens it, downs as much as she can in one breath, and hands it to me. I do the same and then I slam the bottle down as a fuck you statement to Carmen. With shaky hands, she grabs at my belt buckle. I grab her hands to stop her. She shakes her head as a warning, and then she pushes my hands away. I let my arms drop as she unzips my pants and puts her hand through the opening. Out of pure reaction, I step back.

“Don’t be a pussy about this, Trig. All this is for you. This is your reward. You act as if you don’t want the gift I have for you, and that is highly offensive.” Carmen takes his gun out of his waistband, walks over, and points it at the girl’s head.

“Woah. Wait a minute. Stop!” I shout.

“Get down on your knees and suck it, you little whore.” He looks at her and then back to me, pauses, and then starts hysterically laughing. “Is this what I need to do to get everyone’s attention? No one is leaving this room until I see some action. What the fuck am I paying you bitches for? Get him hard.”

The Mexican girl backs away into a corner while the girl in front of me falls to her knees. Carmen then starts singing in Spanish while waving his gun around like a lunatic. The tension and anxiety in this room is at an all-time high and he wants me to fuck under these conditions. I’ll be lucky to get an erection, let alone perform. Focus, Trig. No biggie. You’re just trying to save your family as well as this stranger's life by doing the oddest thing ever, receiving oral from her. She takes my dick out, wraps her hand around it, and then strokes it a few times before putting it in her mouth. I’m feeling guilty and embarrassed and my dick is clearly showing it, because I can’t get hard to save my ass.

“The girl you’re in love with, Nine, is that her name?” the chick asks. I look down at her, confused. “I can be her.”

“You can never be her,” I instantly shoot back.

“For this, I can.”

There is desperation in her eyes and fear in her voice. I nod once, close my eyes, and try to block out everything, but it’s difficult. I focus hard and pretend Nine is pleasing me. In my mind, no one else is in this room but the two of us. I imagine the curve of her hips, the fullness of her breasts, and the softness of her ass. I remember the way she flips her hair to one side as she looks up at me and grins when she’s going down on me. Slowly but surely, I feel myself rising, and just like that, she became Nine in this impossible moment.

“That’s what I’m talking about. Now I want you to bend her over that pool table, play with her for a little, and then fuck her hard until you come inside her.”

I open my eyes and glare at Carmen as the girl on her knees pulls back.

“I know that look, Trig. Fantasizing about revenge, aren’t you? I like that. Nothing better than deep-rooted hatred. I can taste it in the air. Fuck yeah!”

He snickers and then calls for the other escort to get down on her knees and give him head. He points his gun at me and then waves it from me to the prostitute as a way of saying get back to business. I grab the girl by her arm and gently pull her up. She wipes her mouth as I step back. At this point, I’m tired of the games and disgusted that I’m participating in them. I just want this shit over with. I wait, dick in hand, as the girl lifts her skirt and slides down her panties. I don’t move fast enough and that pisses off Carmen.

He fires off a warning bullet into the wall behind us. The girl flinches as she pushes herself into my arms.

“I’m sorry about this. Forgive me,” I whisper in her ear.

I spin her around and roughly bend her over the pool table, reaching my hand between her legs, and playing down there until it’s wet enough. I grasp the back of her neck with one hand and enter her roughly and I don’t stop banging it out until I come inside of her. I’m breathing hard, pissed off, and worried that I just raw-dogged a random hooker to entertain the devil. My mind is spinning with a million thoughts. I put my dick away and turn to see Carmen has already come. His girl is wiping her face off with napkins. The woman I just anger-banged tries to pull herself off the table.

“Stay put,” he shouts at her. “You though. You can leave, Trig. Thank you for the show. I’ll contact you for the next job.”

Next job? What the fuck is he talking about? I just pornstar’d it up in this bitch to end this nightmare. This is over!

“You said I was done,” I say, gritting my teeth.

He snorts.

“I said you are done, here. You don’t have to come back to Vegas, but you still owe me. Business is barely back in line after you killed The Savior, which seriously fucked with my money, might I add. All kinds of deals went left and we can’t have chaos out here on the street under my name. You brought it on yourself, Trig. You and I both know it was supposed to end with Victor, but you got soft on Nine, and took shit a little too personal, and well…now I have to hold you accountable for that. Rules are rules. You’re lucky you’re still standing here. So, with that being said, your work now starts in Fiji. I hear there’s lots of potential there. Tourists looking to get high and get laid. So, I’m taking a gamble to see what profits it brings, and here’s the kicker…I bought a vacation home over there. Not too far from you.” His smile is so big I want to kick his teeth in. “Go home. Get some rest. I’ll be in touch…neighbor.”

He winks one eye, and then points to the door.

“No. Fuck this! I’m going to fucking kill you. You can count on that. Stay the fuck away from Fiji. Stay the fuck away from my family. I did what you requested and this is me telling you I am done and if you got a problem with that, go fuck yourself.”

Carmen looks at me, confused, and then he straightens his shirt.

“I’m just trying to figure out who the fuck you think you’re talking to. It seems to me that you have forgotten who’s in charge here. It could be the endorphins running wild or the liquor talking, so let me remind you of a few things, and what it is that I’m capable of. The only reason that you’re not dead yet is because I like you. You got this lingering romantic humble hero thing going on for you and that is rare in this field. The fact that you keep holding on to it is exciting, because I just want to destroy it. You entertain me, Trig. You always have, but I can’t have you acting out. What would people think?” He quickly walks over and aims his gun at the girl still bent over. I attempt to stop him, but he pulls another gun out and points it at me. I step back and throw my hands up. The poor girl begins to cry.

“You caused this. I told you to leave. You didn’t leave.” He fires one bullet into her head. I yell out as her body slips off the table to the floor. The other girl falls back in fear into the corner again. I’m now standing there in shock as a puddle of her blood surrounds my feet. I cover my mouth with both hands and let them slide down my face. She didn’t fucking do anything to warrant her death. She cooperated. We both did. “Follow instructions better or next time it will be Nine.”

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