Smoke chokes the air, produced from eight lit cigarettes. I'm in the company of addicts too old to stop.
Boss places his glass of white rum to rest on the table. Freeing his hand to open the envelope.
He likes what's inside. On his wrinkled old face blossoms a bright toothy smile. " graphic as always." he said while shuffling through the pictures of my work.
Satisfied he produces a lighter from his vest pocket and sets the pictures ablaze, places them bare on the table as they burn slowly, partially lighting this shadowy room. He resumes his drink and his smoke. It is often difficult to deduce what he's thinking and he loves it that.
From the darkness behind him comes Julia. Curvy body, perfect skin, loude tits and ass. Always dressed in a suit but that only exentuates her beauty. She walks to me with a familiar black card in hand. My salary with commission, each time deposited in an account with no paper trail and cannot be traced back to me.
She doesn't wear perfume. A precaution of the job, quite a shame on her part. I receive my payment with suggestively prolonged eye contact. I know she'd never bite but never hurts to try. Returning to her darkness she utters not a word.
" now that our little eastern problem is resolved we can begin moving in, I'll not allow heavy assets to flow through, remember that." the boss spoke and we listened. Other than that not much else is said in this meeting. It's just a formal gathering for cross communication and briefings.
The night grows, peaking at twelve. Communication is over and I'm far beyond too inebriated to drive but that's a small matter. " hey man, you gonna just leave like that. it's been six months amd you're not even gonna catch up" a familiar raspy voice stooes me while walking to my car. " Yeah, I'm gonna leave just like that" I replied. " stop playing bro, let's go get a drink. I wanna hear how u did it." accompanying the voice is a very familiar fucker. Bright eyed and sparkling white teeth.Hes in the thin side but his muscled are expertly defined. Don is his name and fuckery is his game. More than a friend and closer than a brother. " just get in," I said tiredly.
The engine purrs once again as I lit my ninth cigarette. Each inhale gets me closer to that peak high. I'm slowly loosing my faculties but that does not matter. Spindling through the streets we ride recklessly. Blurry eyes are terrible navigators.
We eventually stop infront of a liquor mart. upon our immediate stop Don rushes out of the car, clutching the sidewalk as he evacuates his stomach. Bile with chunks of food mixed with rum stain the sidewalk.
Ignoring him I walked to the entrance, passing a beggar huddled outside on my way in. His smell insulting to the ears, old and decrepit he weekly holds his hand out expectant of charity. I give him none.
Shelves and see through refrigerators line the walls of the store, all filled with liquor of many varieties. uncomfortable cold with a spinning head I struggle to focus. Despite my interior, my exterior is controlled and steady. A bottle of Gin is always the best choice. Years of indoctrination would make even the worst of things the best of things.
The young faced cashier gazes at me stupidly. His dead eyes speaks of his distain for the job.
Using my black card to pay I look into his eyes as I instructed him to get me a box of cigarettes behind himself. The pixi brand, green and flashy. they're not the best but they mesh well with other substances. I leave parting words as I exit the store " don't suffer yourself with what you hate, life is excited by lively living" look at me, playing the wise, spouting second rate drivel.
" get in the car, let's go" I said to the sitting Don. his eyes glazed as he peaks to his ultimate high while smoking what I can deduce to be some kind of exotic drug. He looks no better than the vagrant as he sits besides his vomit.
Back to swerving through quiet streets. The time on the dashboard calms to the first hour of the morning. The coldest time of night.
Going home is never easy despite what others say. There's no breath of relief or wave of comfort. There's only the sence of estrangement as though there is no home.
This fucker beside me has resumed evacuating his stomach. Hurling bile and water from the window. I can already imagine the streak of puke lining the sides. " you know you're cleaning that" I said a bit irritated.
" what, bitch! you're driving like a madman. You can't blame me for his" he rebuddles.
Instinctively I stare him down. He definitely does the same, And for this distain I inch his side closer to the opposite side of the lane. Despite realizing this, his eyes remain firm. That ugly face of his scowls at me like a dog.
I smile uncontrollably. Games of chicken are my specialty.
Soon a moderately sized truck comes speeding towards us. I press hard on the gass, boosting the engine causing it to purr louder. Fourth gear is when this monster of an engine becomes violent.
Every second we inch closer to death, my survival is a bit higher but never the less were both highly likely to die.
He knows I'm not joking, years of experience engraved that into his heart. So as expected, he aquested, screaming" Fine!, fine!, I'll clean the fucking car! crazier by the fucking year. shit!"
I laugh amusingly as I swerve us fully jack to our lane. Narrowly missing the truck which seemed to be playing chucken with us as well.
In time we enter our neighborhood. Our rearing grounds. From birth to today we lived in this aged place rife with crime of every kind. old buildings and unkempt streets. The smell of piss and shit ever present.
Finally we arrive at my place. A mundane looking two story house jammed between two others. Well kept by the hired gardeners and housekeepers.
The hour is now four in the morning. We dull our scences with drink and crass banter. Repeatedly through the night he asks of my experiences during the long absence. I tell him little, speaking vaguely of unimportant Incidents. Unlike himself, I prefer not to speak of unsavory deads. There is no pleasure in recounting such things.
Like this, darkness gives way to light. The dawn comes loudly with the bright sun and lively movements of people. It is time for me to reture for the day. I will not suffer myself the sun and neither will Don it seems. He fell asleep an hour ago, leaving me to my thoughts in the noise of his snoring.
My eyelids flip open as I wake violently. My heart calm but the mind rattled. Violent awakenings tend to hurt unceremoniously. Glancing at the window tells me that night has long fallen. Tiredness and hunger plagues me. Thus I go to abate it... absentmindedly steering into an empty fridge humbles me to the fact that I must cook.
First cigarette. Rough on a dry throat. I leave to eat, I'm in no mood to lorde over a stove. So Harold's it is.
Dumplings soaking in meat sauce is the meal of the day. Not a fan of dumplings but it does the job nevertheless.
Back on the road agen after the brief lunch. Harold and I as usual don't overly convers much. one of our many common traits.
The purr of the engine vibrates through my tired body. Cigarette smoke irritating the eyes.
I love driving in this cold twilight. It leaves a feeling of euphoria, sublime comfort and peace.
Shame I can't drive forever. So I drive to my second most accustomed place. A whispered club, a den of many things. The signboard flashes with neon lights. Spending the name 'Hush-Hush'.
I walk inside without obstacles. From dim moonlight to hard dark lights. Stripers and escorts, drug fiends and dealers, the innocent and guilty, the wealthy and needy, all and much more congregate within this place, in attendance like mass at temple. They religiously frequent. As do I. It is a hub for the dark undercurrents after all.
" what can I get for you, stud" said a naked server. Her tits plump but don't seem cumbersome. She tries to speak over the music, loud enough for my ears but not so loud as to disturbe other. Grey eyed and long haired she is a beauty. That stubble between her legs draws the eyes attention but doesn't not shout for it. She clearly knows her profession. Glittering skin with beads of sweat shows her work ethic.
" Get me some powder and a stress reliever, the oral kind." I replied.
She nods and leaves, avoiding the many moving customers and workers.
I find myself a booth in a dark corner overlooking the main floor, partially lit by a dim blue light. A crescent black sofa rests empty. Now it doesn't. I breath out the stresses of the day as I sink comfortably into the couch. Fifth cigarette. Before long my server returns with a serving tray of the purest cocain and drink. Some colorful pills mixed in as well. Clearly she knows her profession.
After placing the tray on the table she proceeds to get under it. Seductively she carresses my feed. Although they're protected under jeans I yet still feel every movement of he's clearly. She speaks sweetly " and as for your oral relief, I thought I'd see to it myself. you're eyes requested my personal service."
I smile, amused. Underestimating her was a oversight. Though young, she's clearly a professional.
with a well trained tongue she suckes my dick passionately, expertly pleasing my desires.
The tricky thing about drugs is knowing when to stop before an overdose. Like a child with candy I've already consumed the many pills alongside half of the one kilogram sack of coak.
My eyes are dry with unreliable sight, at this point I can't trust these eyes.
Abruptly, someone sits adjacent to me, someone I know quite well. A plump fat man with such a crooked mouth you'd assume he has gingivitis. Without any pleasantries he speaks " I've got a job for you"
I briefly glance at him, unwilling to let my eyes leave my far away server as she busily tends to another man.
" And are you petitioning myself or my house." I ask perfuncterily.
" just you" he replies. I reluctantly look to him. keeping eye contact. When conducting business one should give it their full attention. lest he greets failure.
Silently I wait for him to continue. " my credits are lacking but we can arrange other ways of compensation for the deficit." His nervous voice amuses me. A man so destitute that he cannot afford my services. It's wise to refuse such a circumstance. But wiser to accept. Monetary gain is overvalued as it is. Pails in comparison to a favor owed by an official, a respected public figure, well connected. He may be beset by difficult times but I know his kind rebound like improperly dealth with cocoroaches.
" what do you have to offer" I ask, enquiring of the specifics.
He relaxes a little seeing that I did not immediately refuse.
" ten thousand, as well as any one favor you require so long as it doesn't endanger my life or career." He states sternly. They often grow bold when trying to haggle. Shame I'm not easily dealth with.
" the precious almighty career." I mused, certain of my menacing visage within his mind. A desperate man is a malleable man. I continued " keep the ten thousand. you wreak of desperation and we both know you're no good without that career of yours. depending on the job you'll owe me you're friendship. how does that sound."
Hearing this, he looks to me with unwillingness. I look back to him " it's always good to have a friend like me." Another line reinvigorated the senses. Leaving an itchy sensation in my nose. " so what has you so desperate."
That petite tight cheery ass sways in the distance as she grinds on her customer, her sensuality entices me even from afar.
A phone slides infront of me, on it displays pictures of a man, young and pleasing to the eye. " I want him to disappear, and all he owns along with him, most importantly. He has certain incriminating evidence that I need destroyed."
I study the photos carefully, etching to memory every available detail. I speak" so you want a magic trick... tell me, what is this incriminating evidence and what's his relation to you. I'll also need more information on him. his comings and goings, his hight, his age, everything."
He relaxes completely upon realizing that I'll take the job. Reclining I to the sopha he releases a listless sigh. I offer him some of my libations, wetting his throat and tickling his nose his face morphs into one of bliss, " I'll have a dossier drafted by tomorrow, as for his relation to me... he's my wife's lover and now my blackmailer. The stupid bitch let him into my house, divulged my business. He's a greedy fuck, always asking for more. My accounts book is in his possession along with certain contracts between myself and my business associates. He's even started blackmailing my blackmailees. He's a fucking amateur and he'll get us both killed"
An official with such career ending scandals is a rear sight. They normally clean up quite well.
" I see," I give a placid response. already my attentions are diverted elsewhere. Giving him my contact information I advised" you should see to you're wife... I'll be expecting you're call concerning the dossier. you should leave now" swiftly as he came, he left.
No harm in accepting a job before what's left of my vacation comes to an end.
alone once again, I silently watch my eyes attraction. Her petite body in the dim blue light of the club is exquisite. like this I stay until I could no longer. thus I got another server to summon her to me.
With a cocetish smile she struts before me. Her nipples pointed erect, clearly she's having some fun out there. " come with me" I said as I begin to leave.
"sorry stud, but my shift doesn't end till morning." She refuses. An expected response really.
" I'll pay you double what you'd earn for the rest of the night. now follow." I made an offer she wouldn't refuse. Tending to one is always easier than tending to many.
she smiles seductively" lead the way, stud"
I smirk imperceptibly. Soon we find ourselves speeding down the dark streets, From how she acts it is clear that her mind is as inebriated as my own. " tell me you're name" I commanded.
she looks to me mischievously " you'll have to work harder than that. A mere command won't get you very far."
She's going to be such fun.