Dungeons & Gangsters

by Marco Frazetta

  “Yes! Fuck! Yes! I love that fuckin’ hob dick, papi! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhh!!! I want more! Oh, fuck, that’s it, right there, right there, I’m gonna fuckin’ cumm. Oh shit, oh...fuuuuuck!”

  Her high feminine voice, screaming as she was going crazy with pleasure. That did me in—I couldn’t hold my own no more. I gave that hot orc pussy a few more deep pumps, lettin’ myself ride the waves of her orgasm, then pulled myself out and spurted my cumm all over her ass, a real thick load that felt hot as it came out of me. She moaned and I couldn’t help laughin’, I just fuckin’ burst with one of those laughs of disbelief at the level of ecstacy.

  “Fuck, that was great.” She was also laughing, exasperated and falling onto her bed.

  “Hell yea.” I stood there drippin’ sweat, staring down at that thick sexy ass I just glazed like a fuckin’ donut. I started to feel woozy—I must have really emptied my balls, so I walked over to her and was about to sit down next to her when she told me to hold on. She reached over and grabbed a box of tissues and wiped my cumm off of her ass, then looked over at me.

  “Bring that dick over here, let me clean you up.” She pointed towards my deflated member. I was very curious what she meant exactly. Maybe just a quick wipe down, but suddenly, she took me in her mouth and suckled and licked for a moment, gettin’ every drop out that she could. Wow, I thought, gazing down at her, feelin’ like I just hit cloud nine. When she was done I went over and grabbed a joint I had tucked into the pocket of my pants, I lit it up, took a few hits and passed it off to her.

  “This is some good tree,” Grexy said, having taken a few large hits and coughed.

  “Yea, I got a guy who got a guy who grows it.” I smirked. She laughed at the small wordplay. “You need any?”

  “Maybe later,” she replied sleepily. Then, lookin’ me in my eyes again, she said, “I think I like you...I don’t even know your name…” She laughed at herself, havin’ not even asked me that pertinent detail.

  “Teek,” I told her, not even thinking to make a name up like I usually did with one-nighters. “I think I like you too.” I laid down facing her and reached over so I could hold and play with her three tits.

  “You hungry, papi?” she purred, giving me sneaky kisses.

  “Nah, I’m chillin’ right now.”

  “Okay, cool.” Her lashes fluttered. “I wasn’t tryin’ to get up right now anyway!”

  I snorted and laughed. I made out with her some while we laid there together on her bed, then after we cooled down a little more and I could tell she was about to pass the fuck out, I got up and started to put my clothes back on.

  “Hey, where you think you’re off to?” Grexy asked, sitting up quickly. “It’s late as shit, you’re not tryin’ to stay the night with me?” I scratched at the top point of my ear, a little bashful.

  “It’s not like that, you’re ready to fall out and I got work tomorrow—” I noticed her jump up and come over to me. She grabbed my hand and pulled me back over to the bed.

  “Ready to fall out?” she asked with some amusement, her dark eyes glinting. “Honey, I’m an orc. Feel this pussy again,” she pulled my hand down between her thighs and cupped it so it cupped her pussy, which was hot and wet once more. “Besides,” she continued, pulling me back down on the bed, sitting down on top of me, “I never been with a guy that didn’t want to go again in the morning!”

  A few hours later, when I woke up in a bit of a daze, realizing it was early mornin’ and I had to get back to the warehouse, I reached over and felt the perfect ass of Grexy the orc girl—or whatever the hell she was mixed with to give her three tits. I instantly got hard again, pushed it up against her, tryin’ to force it in between her thick ass cheeks. She stretched like a giant cat and reacted immediately, gettin’ on top of me, ridin’ that dick like she was born to do it; after she rode me a while I laid her down on her back and, watchin’ those three huge tits bounce and wobble for me, I felt her cumm so hard on my dick that she soaked my balls and the sheets of her bed. When she finished I pulled out and busted all over those three perfect juggs.

  Then we sank into the bed for a few long moments as the sun came up.

  “Alright, I gotta head out for real this time,” I whispered to the sleeping orc girl. Her only reply was a happy sounding mumble. I took it as a good thing. Putting on my clothes as quietly as possible, I reached into my pocket and did a quick count, noting all my money was still there. And she didn’t run my pockets? She really might be more than a one night stand, I thought, mildly impressed, looking over again at the voluptuous snoring orc girl sprawled out on the bed. I still had about a thousand in cash on me, so I peeled off some twenties and fifties, a couple hundred worth, and put it on the dresser by the bed. I walked out of the bedroom, saw a glass of Hennessy still sittin’ on the kitchen counter from last night, quickly drank it and headed for the front door. A little hair of the dog to set me straight, I thought.

  “Bye, Grexy,” I called back to her, opening the door.

  “Bye Teeky, call me later.” Her voice was sleepy and content, but then, a moment later—“Hey, what the fuck is this money for? I’m not a hooker, asshole!”

  Oops, I thought, dickin’ it down the stairs, might have fucked that one up. As I came down the last flight of stairs, I noticed a big ass orc standing there, blocking the way for me to get to the doors. This fuckin’ guy was huge, had a large three-clawed scar coming across half his face, still red and pink and puckered as though it were relatively fresh, and wore a leather Jordan jacket, the freshest pair of white Jordans I have ever seen, and puffy gold pants. He had on a thick gold chain, and it seemed to have a name or a word in gold dangling down from it, but I couldn’t make out what it was. I nodded to him as I came down the stairs and he nodded back, but didn’t move.

  “‘Scuse me, man,” I said, attempting to hustle passed him.

  “What you doin’ ‘round here?” The orc looked down on me, still not budging. “When’s the last time a hob came to my neighborhood? Never.” He sniffed. “Did you see Grexy? Did you fuck her?” He asked it almost in the same way that someone might ask, “Did you eat that pizza?”

  “Listen, I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” I began, irritated, “but how’s my business your fuckin’ business?” I was getting ready to put this fucker’s eyes out if he kept spitting this shit.

  “No, you listen, dickhead.” The orc came closer, poking me hard with an index finger. “If that’s what you came for, fine. But this is your one and only pass in my hood. Grexy’s a good orc girl. Not often you see a girl with three tits—I had her once myself, moons ago.”

  “Good for you. You want a medal, asshole?” We stared at each other a moment, and I felt my blood starting to boil. I didn’t care anymore that he was near a foot taller than me.

  “Look, I go way back with J-Maxx. He told me ‘bout a hobgoblin who works for him that speeds around in a shitty Mustang like it’s a fuckin’ go-kart. Said he’s stand up, though, as far as hobgoblins go. Just bein’ straight with ya. Don’t come back ‘round this way again. We don’t fuck with goblins here, so meet up with her somewhere else, if she even wants your little red dick again. But don’t come back, cause if you do, you’re gonna get beat the fuck up or killed. I did what I could for you last night to keep my crew off you and your car; that’s generous. ”

  “Yea, alright, I’m keepin’ it pushin’, man. I hear you, but you’re in the fuckin’ way right now.” I was gettin’ irritated, tryin’ hard to get by the orc, practically shoving him. Suddenly he moved, and I nearly stumbled out of the doors.

  “Remember, don’t fuckin’ come back here,” the orc grumbled behind me. “And make sure you tell J-Maxx that Bragg the Crag saved your red hide.”

  “Yea,” I called back over my shoulder, chuckling briefly at this orc’s name. “I said I fuckin’ heard you.” I was tryin’ to hide it, but I’m not gonna lie and say it didn't bother the fuck outta me that this schmuck had gotten with Grexy, especially si
nce not ten seconds had passed after I was leaving her naked in her bed. Maybe there was more of a possessive old school hobgoblin in me than I thought. Then I hustled over to my Mustang, which, thankfully, hadn’t been fucked with during the night. It was already late in the morning, which wasn’t a good sign, so I sped all the way back to the warehouse.

  “Alright, Skreech, everything ready?” I glanced around the warehouse as my green flunkie came skittering down the stairs.

  “Yeah, boss. Vest and guns, just like you said.”

  “Good. I’ve blown more than enough steam... and bunch of other stuff. Let’s get to work.”

  Chapter 6

  My Mustang’s tires rolled smooth onto the Tiki Bar parking lot.

  “You really liked the girls at this bar, ey boss? I thought we were doing the job though!”

  “Not yet. First thing’s first. We’re gonna follow Ray over to his office and get whatever info we can get. That way we can locate this package. That’s why we left all the gear at the warehouse.”

  “I was wonderin’ why you had me get it ready and just left it there! Heehee, I thought maybe you was losing your mind over the orc girl!”

  “When have you known me to lose my cool over a broad?” I just shook my head. “Look, there he is over there waitin’ for us.” I pointed over to Ray’s car, an older black Lexus, dust on the paint showing real ugly in the sunlight—black cars ain’t for the lazy. He was smoking a cigarette, lazily exhaling plumes of smoke out of his window. Me and Skreech pulled up behind Ray. I popped open the center console and took out a joint from the stash I kept there. I sparked it up and took a couple deep puffs, then handed the joint off to Skreech.

  No chit chat with Ray this time.

  I honked my car’s horn twice so Ray would get movin’—he pulled out and we followed. Maglubiyet’s Bloody Ax. I realized, this was my first federal job.

  I parked next to Ray’s car in the massive parking lot of his office building, a big concrete box with rows of blinded windows. There was a large, dirty sign posted in front of the building, a directory of sorts with a few names and numbers, and the words ‘I.R.S. Offices’ in a dark, faded color. There was still a fair amount of people workin’ away in there when we arrived, so we decided to wait for a bit for most of the little government worker bees to leave before heading in. When there were just a few cars left, scattered around the parking lot, I looked over to Ray and nodded. He got out of his car and me and Skreech got out of mine. As we walked into the lobby cautiously, but with purpose, Ray stopped suddenly, running his hands through his pant pockets, then the pockets of his blazer.

  “Shit, I left my badge in the car. Hold on.” He turned and ran back out the front doors. I looked down at Skreech and shrugged my shoulders.

  “These humans…” the goblin said, sounding disgusted.

  “Yea,” I agreed. “They get nervous easy.” I looked around the empty hall of the lobby. I got a sickly feeling that I often got when in a empty or mostly empty building. I started to feel paranoid.

  “You know, it would not look great if some civilian here happened to walk by and see two goblin assholes standin’ around, after hours,” I said pointedly to Skreech. He looked up at me and merely nodded, but I saw a light sheen of sweat had started to break out on his tough-skinned forehead too.

  “Come on, Ray, hurry the fuck up…” I muttered. After an interminable amount of time waiting, Ray hustled back up to us.

  “Sorry ‘bout that.” Ray was sweatin’ like a whore after an insatiable john. “I thought I had it on me.”

  “What’s wrong with you? You’re sweatin’ like a fuckin’ animal after your little ten yard dash.” I glared at him. Skreech looked from me to Ray, then back to me.

  “He’s fat,” Skreech said clinically.

  “Screw you,” Ray responded.

  “You humans have terrible health in general,” I said. “You all start to run fat and soft the older you get.”

  “Alright, alright, come on.” Ray folded his arms. “Are we here to find out...I don’t know, whatever the fuck you’re after, or are we here to give ol’ Ray a hard time?”

  “Both,” I gave Ray a hearty smack on the shoulder. It was good to calm skittish guys. Ray shook his head and went over to the kiosk where he swiped his badge. The door leading into the interior offices clicked and popped open. Ray stood still for a minute, hesitating.

  “Let’s go, man, where’s your desk at?” I growled in Ray’s ear, hustling him down the hallway towards some office rooms, some rows of desks with computers.

  “I told you we have to do this carefully. There’s a side office, has networked computers, and no cameras. They'll never suspect me, since they keep the door locked and I have no access. I mean isn't that why you’re here, to help me with this kind of thing?”

  “Alright fine. Show me to the damn door.”

  We went down a hall making sure to avoid any cameras. “This is one time I’m grateful for the recession.” Ray pointed his fat finger toward some frayed wires where a security camera should have been. “This is it.”

  We came to a door with one of those button combination locks. “Shit. I hope to Maglubiyet this isn't one of those digital locks, or we're fucked.” I examined it. “Simplex brand. Non-digital. Doesn’t mean it'll be easy though.” I motioned for my two accomplices to give me some room, then closed my eyes. The Weave is a bitch, let me tell you. Trying to work it, to get that first spark of magic is always the hardest part, you gotta feel around inside yourself, to this connection to the rest of reality, kind of a mindtrip when I think about it. But soon I started seeing a flickering red energy in my vision. This is where I had to stay real concentrated, like keeping a candle lit with the wind howling. I visualized red, felt red, to the exclusion of everything else. Then I felt the magic hook, hook itself onto physical reality and sure enough when I opened my eyes there was a glowing mage hand inches from the door. But I wasn't done.

  I had to keep on focusing, sweatin’ bullets, to elongate and thin the fingers of the mage hand—this was the quirk you might say, that I’d developed for this tried and trusted spell of mages everywhere. Soon the fingers were becoming thin as needles, then even thinner, so that they could slip through the narrow gaps around the lock buttons. Damn, this was hard, these gaps, we’re talking millimeters—less. Then came the even trickier part, I had to transfer most of my consciousness into the mage hand, so I could see and feel with it. Let me tell you that is more fucked up than any drug you been on. You’re crawling around inside a lock, and screws that are only millimeters long are these gigantic towers. But finally I saw it, the latch called a “flag” that held the lock in place so that when you turned the handle nothing happened. The buttons when pressed in sequence, made the flag slip off, but of course, with this mage hand I didn't have to go through all the hassle of figuring it out, just pushed one of these long needle fingers, that was now like a wisp of magic smoke, around the flag, then turned it so that it slipped on, and badabing badaboom, the handle turned.

  “Man.” Ray shook his head. “Imagine what you could have done if you’d stayed in college.”

  “Life happens.” I looked away, not wanting to show that it did hurt when I thought about it, what coulda been. But worrying about things like that is what can get you killed in this line a work, so I kept at it. “Come on, show me to the goods.”

  “It’s over here.” Ray led us over to his desk in a corner area of the office. He plopped down in his office chair, which squeaked and groaned under him, and started to load up his computer. I motioned for Skreech to pull up another office chair for me from the desk next to Ray’s. I sat down right next to Ray and waited for the machine to load up it’s welcoming screen.

  As we waited, my mind turned back to that orc girl with the three tits from earlier—I guess Ray’s talk of the past had gotten me all sentimental. Damn, I thought, she’s a fuckin’ baddie for sure. Grexy, huh?...She was so forward she might be a cold whore but there’s some
thin’ special about her...I swear it ain’t just the three tits dangling proudly on her chest. I looked back up, the welcome screen had played, now we were waiting for the I.R.S. interface to load up. A girl like that though... I continued internally. Truth was, she could never be wife material. I’d bang her, treat her nice, take her out to real fine places. Would never hurt her, never lie to her. But the truth was the truth: I wanted one of those classy girls, limbs like lush feathers. The girls you’d see athletes, movie producers, family boss’s carrying on their arms. Why not settle down, have some kids with a girl like that? I don’t wanna be bangin’ around the rest of my fuckin’ life, from score to score and from girl to girl…hobgoblins have always been about family. I blinked hard. What the fuck was this? Me getting sentimental. A bitch was a bitch. Who the fuck cares about marriage? A damn headache is what it was.

  “Here we go,” Ray said, interrupting my weird-ass thoughts, “here’s the whole menu for ya, Teek.” He pointed up at the bright blue screen and ran his finger down a spreadsheet-like list, “this is all the contractors that filed recently for Halus-Corp, recently and goin’ back for years. Halus corp’s got it set up so that their files are stockpiled, practically in real time, in this database.”

  “Why can’t we break into joints with more fun shit?” Skreech chirped, gettin’ bored quickly, having looked around and concluded that there weren’t any toys or anything to make into a toy.

  “Look for the most recent ones, anything standing out?” I asked Ray.

  “No...No... No,” Ray said, peering down the list.