DITW 14-10: Odyssey 5

Kimmy followed Hyun to the bedroom, but it was only to say good night. They stopped at the door and Hyun looked at her, frightened and timid, but still showing the tiniest smile.

Kimmy said, “I wish we could be together tonight.”

Hyun looked down the hall, then whispered, “I do, too.”

Kimmy smiled. “You’re very special to me.”

Hyun’s smile faded and her eyes bloomed with something large and wonderful. 

Kimmy said, “I’d like it someday if we could, and we didn’t have to hide it.”

“I don’t want to put any pressure on you. I don’t want to put pressure on our, um, friendship. It is what it is.”

Kimmy nodded. “It is what it is.”

Beyond Hyun’s shoulder, she could see the bed where Hyun slept, and the bed where the two of them had shared intimacy. It would be wonderful to lie with Hyun tonight. Even if it were just to have their bodies touching under the covers. There was so much more she wanted, of course. So much more to be teased and tested. She wanted to show Hyun the video of Devlin. Let Hyun see Devlin’s magnificent cock in her satin panties; far too big a monster to be contained by something so feminine, her hand pulling it out, stroking it. She could picture Hyun disgusted by its sight. And there was something funny about that; amusing. Something that made her want to show Hyun, just so she could console Hyun afterward, stroke Hyun’s hair and tell her not to worry, that big, scary man-thing wasn’t hiding under the bed or in the closet, it wouldn’t try to claim her innocence while she slept. Other things, too. There was a distinct fantasy she had devised. One she and Hyun would explore when Sophie was next with Meyer, and she and Hyun had time alone. That was, of course, if Josh still exiled himself from the best game he had going. If she played her cards well, she could have them both, Josh and Hyun, enjoy both of their pleasures and comforts, and do them both well.

She said, “If I’m not in prison, I think we should look at getting you a bigger apartment.”

“Don’t say that,” Hyun said, soft features scrunched with worry.

Kimmy smiled and touched Hyun’s cheek, comforting her. It was good to joke about her current fortune. Dwelling on the reality would be too sobering. Too frightening.

“I don’t want you to worry,” Kimmy told Hyun, and then smiled like she had no care in the world. The only problem they faced was a lack of accommodation. Sophie could sleep with her mother in Hyun’s bed, but Kimmy was too tall for Sophie’s bed, so there was no point. “Promise me you’re not going to worry.”

Hyun looked down. “I can’t promise that.”

“Can you pretend?”

Hyun smiled a little and nodded.

“Thank you,” Kimmy said, looked aside to make sure there was no sign of Sophie, then dipped into Hyun’s bedroom and kissed her soft mouth. Hyun was reluctant, but wanted the kiss so much she allowed it, if only for a brief moment.

Kimmy stepped back into the hall. “I’ll be on the couch.”

“You can take my bed, Kimmy. I told you.”

“No, no. We already talked about it a million times. Just go to sleep and I’ll see you in the morning.”

Hyun nodded, showing a little more smile now, and closed the door. Kimmy stood for a moment waiting to see if Hyun felt adventurous and would call her in, but it didn’t happen, and that was okay. She could go home and sleep in her own bed, but right now she would prefer having company nearby, sleeping on Hyun’s couch, knowing she wouldn’t be alone in the morning.

  *

Meyer, who didn’t even smoke, laughed so hard the cigarette nearly fell out of his mouth and fizzled in the hot tub. He plucked it from his lips, held it in the v between two fingers, and touched the neck of his beer bottle to Josh’s shoulder. “Right here, buddy. I can picture it. Somebody get me a sharpie and I’ll do a drawing for the tattoo guy to trace.”

One of the nurses said, “Or tattoo girl.”

Meyer showed her dubiety, narrowing his eyes at her over his shoulder and saying, “A woman? A woman tattoo artist? Yeah, right, like that’s a thing.”

The nurse doffed her cowboy hat and swatted him with it, and Meyer loved it, almost losing his cigarette again. Even Josh was laughing now, hunched over, the body of his own beer bottle submerged in the bubbling tub water. The tub was down to seven passengers in its therapeutic journey, seven of them still up at two in the morning with the stereo cranked. Karina laughed, too, though her eyes had gone sleepy in the last half hour. He nudged her knee under the water and said to her, “I told you not to smoke that joint.”

She assured him she was awake and sat straighter. Her eyes looked no more lively.

Meyer gazed at Josh’s shoulder and Josh lifted it from the water so his cousin could dream up how he saw this tattoo. Meyer said, “Yeah, I can see it. A crumpled office chair. Like the legs are broken. The seat is twisted away from the back. One of the wheels you draw over here, maybe by your nipple,” and then Meyer attempted the lamest titty-twister ever, taking the longest time to put his beer bottle into the hand with the cigarette so Josh could see the twister coming a mile away and turn his nipple out of reach. Meyer tried anyway, practically pleading for Josh to surrender the nipple for punishment. They wrestled lamely in the water until Quinn pulled Meyer away and stole his cigarette. “Hey,” Meyer said, dismayed, following the cigarette until he fell to Quinn’s bosom and she hugged him and smoked his cigarette.

Between puffs, she eyed Josh. “You’re the man, Josh.”

“What can I say?” Josh smiled, leaned back and put his arms over the lip of the tub, a man of leisure and accomplishment. “Don’t fuck with me when there’s office furniture around.”

“It’s true,” Meyer said. “I once saw him brain a kid with one of those old-timey typewriters. Fractured the kid’s skull like a farm-fresh egg.” 

One of the nurses, sidling up next to Steve, looked horrified. “Really?”

“No,” Josh said. “He’s being a goof. I’ve never hit anybody before.”

“Not until the time was right, hey, Joshy?” Meyer winked at him from Quinn’s cradling bust.

“I’m the one who used to get hit. Not the other way around.”

Quinn said, “There’s a time and place for everything. I’m glad you acted.”

He grunted and nodded, leaning deeper into the tub, arms still outstretched, beer in hand. His head felt light and far away, like a mylar birthday balloon above colorful party favors for the  birthday boy. He smiled. His heart did a steady lub-dub-lub-dub, slow, and a little burdened by alcohol, but altogether feeling kind of very good. He had done the right thing, hadn’t he? And, man, what if he hadn’t stopped? What if he’d kicked Devlin in his donkey dick and goat balls when Devlin had been down on all fours in a bath robe? Wouldn’t that have been something? It would have. And if he’d turned the tables with the P.I.? What about that, Joshy-boy? Imagine that one, old son. Rumble showing up on Devlin’s doorstep, Devlin unprepared, bewildered, wondering what his old friend and evil henchman was doing at his apartment at this hour, Johnny half in the bag, empty bottle of Jack in one meaty fist down at his thigh, shirt partly untucked, soaking wet from a rain storm, and old Johnny steps in a puts Devlin Stone in the fucking hospital. And whereupon Devlin awakens and must learn once more how to finish the alphabet. Nah, that one was too far.

Now Josh was chuckling, eyes closed, bringing his beer to his lips and draining it. Someone nudged his arm, and he looked to see one of Quinn’s beefy brothers passing him a shot glass of amber liquid and he took it and popped it back. Yes sir, the heavenly fire of oak-aged corn mash. It went down icy cold and wonderful. Quinn’s brother refilled it and this time Josh passed it over to Quinn, who took the shot glass and fed her boyfriend Meyer like a drunken baby. The sight of his cousin getting so masterfully mothered had him in sudden stitches. Meyer looked at him, chagrinned, his cousin’s hair going this way and that. Now Quinn put the cigarette down where Meyer could suck on that like a fresh teat, and Meyer did, puffing away, playing it up to make Josh laugh.

Quinn said, “What was it that finally made you snap?”

Josh asked her what she meant and Meyer said, “What happened that made you throw a chair at this piece of shit?”

Josh said, “Trust me, you don’t want to know.”

Quinn said, “No. We really want to know.”

  *

On the phone’s screen, her own hand liberated the world’s biggest, sexiest penis from a pair of satin panties. It looked ridiculous in her elegant grip. And the ridiculousness was what excited her most. Devlin Stone was armed with a gargantuan weapon; a thing of incredible masculine beauty.

She could watch this video a hundred times. It was the most intense level of pleasure an innocent could conjure. A thing of bottomless betrayal. Something so dark and forbidden some would fear referencing it, doing so only in whispers.

But that was the wonderful depth of her depravity. A depth where only the most competent diver could descend.

It wasn’t the deed on the screen that aroused her, it was the context. And the context arrived through her sultry enticement; plans whispered to her big-dick lover. Promising to Devlin all of his darkest fantasies, painting with words a picture almost impossible to believe. Almost impossible. But she and Devlin had done wild things together; wild things behind her husband’s back. And in time, Devlin had let her know how it aroused him to lure Josh into their tryst. Devlin fantasized about Josh watching him fuck her with his big dick. Devlin fantasized about showing another man all the things he could do, his arsenal of sexual tricks and his hedonistic literacy. Devlin had thought he was the master. But it was Kimmy Chang or Kimmy Waters who orchestrated the pleasure for both men. It was she who owned their dicks and their brains and played their desires like a piano. Maybe Josh wanted what Devlin wanted. And wouldn’t that be grand? Wouldn’t that be a salvation? For she had made clumsy mistakes at first, back when Devlin’s surprise appearance in her life dropped a line down the deep well of despair she’d fallen into. A dark and dingy bottom-hole where she wove baskets and hid from the world. Half way up the rope she started to climb on her own, no longer content to be lifted. Soon she wanted all that Devlin had because Devlin didn’t deserve it. Devlin wasn’t smart enough to stop her. Wasn’t smart enough to think a woman like her wanted more than to lift her skirt and have her big bad businessman boss give her what he knew was the good stuff. Devlin couldn’t comprehend he wasn’t enough as a man to satisfy a woman like her.

But now the video got to the good stuff, and under the blanket her fingers moved quicker. Soft wet sounds crackled from inside her panties as her eyes narrowed and she tuned to the words she spoke to Devlin. Devil’s promises. Promises so sweet and lurid she could coax a prideful man into the same panties he’d bullied her husband for wearing. This was what aroused her. Dominance. Mastery. 

Her knees bowed in and out as she listened to her sweet spoken covenant. Stroking Devlin’s big cock while he trembled, and she told him his baby grew inside her belly. She controlled him with her hand, with her lies. He was a big-dick puppet who would do anything she wished now. She promised him her husband. Promised him she would birth Devlin Stone’s baby from within Josh Waters’ sacred marriage. She promised him they would work together; that she would do all the things he wanted her to do. She would help make him millions. He would own his own company. And Josh? Josh would raise their baby. Josh would be Devlin’s baby’s stay-at-home dad. Josh would live in their house and they would work together. Josh would cook and clean and when they came home, Josh would watch Devlin make Kimmy Chang come like a demon, his massive cock buried inside her, the head stretching out her deepest seams.

She came while Devlin came. She came watching his cock surge in her hand and shoot thick white ropes onto the mirror, again and again, like it would never stop coming. She had bit and kissed the back of his muscular arm, recording him the whole time.

The urge to cry out was strong, but she choked it back, her thighs clamped on her hand between her legs, her body shuddering under Hyun’s blanket.