by Kirk Alex
Fuck her, you pathetic salsa-chugging, taco-scarfing bastard. What the hell are you waiting for? Fuck her brains out. Tear her clothes off, and ram your cock in her. Give it to her good and hard. That’s what she’s here for. Fuck her, you punk. Give it to her, you goddamned faggot. Alpha, never omega. Slap the shit out of her and fuck her. Punch her in the stomach and bend her over and take her asshole. Jam cock up her shitter, punk. Do it. And should Granny and Grandpa wake up? Easy. Slit their throats, and resume raping the cunt until you’ve had your fill—and then dump all three in a shallow grave in the backyard.
Biggs kept hoping and watching, but knew it would never happen. Found it impossible not to get caught up in it. His own desire neared a state he might not be able to control.
He could feel his own member inside his boxers stir, the tip of his groin moist. There was plenty of juice in his loins now, all that ball juice just waiting to erupt.
What the hell was this young fag Perez doing wasting time like this?
Let her put a lip-lock on your cock, boy. Let those lips suck on your balls. . . . Do it . . . do it. . . . Shove her face down on your prick. Jam cock and balls in her mouth until she gags on it. Fill her whore’s mouth with a heavy load of cum. Do it. But it was not happening fast enough for Biggs. He’d have taken care of things a lot differently.
You bet.
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Rudy’s moves consisted of nervousness and obvious inexperience, but he wanted her desperately and kept trying. Got her jeans off finally and Olivia was down to her silk pink panties, when suddenly she decided to put a stop to the whole thing. She’d had enough. Rudy reached for the panties again, and she brushed his hand off.
“Please, Olivia. . . .”
“No.”
Rudy made another effort to get the undergarment off. He clung to her buttocks with the palms of his hands, lifted her up some that way, pressed his own body against her and held her. Pressed some more. Olivia pushed him off with both hands, and the look on her face said she meant it.
“I am not getting pregnant.”
“We’re engaged, Liv.”
“I don’t care. I’m still not getting knocked up.”
“Come on. . . .”
“Is that why you gave me the ring, Rudy?”
“Of course not. You know better than that.”
He zipped his pants up, and this was done carefully, as his testicles were clearly aching. Olivia had pretty much gotten all her clothes back on.
“Thank God that I do know better. I’ve got college to think of. Career, plans, responsibilities—”
Just then Rudy could not resist. Indicated the erection inside his trousers.
“What about your responsibility to me?”
“Funny, Rudy. Real funny.”
“Actually, it’s real painful.”
“Look, getting knocked up is just not part of my plans right now.”
“So we’ll get married. What’s the big deal? Get on the pill. How many times do I have to say it?”
“I can’t do that to my parents.”
“They don’t have to know.”
“Just like a man. As long as you get what you want, that’s all that matters.”
“I said I’d marry you. Don’t you want that?”
“It’s too soon, too fast.”
“We’ve been together six months now—”
“More like five.”
“What’s the difference? Five, six—what’s the damned difference? We can get married. You love me, don’t you?”
“I told you it would be a while before I could break it to my family. They don’t even know you gave me the ring. I can’t get married. I have to get my education out of the way—”
“You can’t even tell them I gave you a lousy ring? I don’t get it. Monroe was right. They control you like a puppet. You got to do what they want you to do. It doesn’t matter how you feel, does it?”
“It will take time, that’s all. There is no need to rush into anything.”
Both remained unaware of the Peeping Tom observing them through the screen over the open window.
“All right. Forget it.”
“Don’t pout.”
“Hey, I don’t pout, okay? You’re something else, you know that? I don’t mean just you, either—women in general. What am I supposed to do now? If you didn’t like me to get all worked up you shouldn’t let it happen.”
A kind of smile appeared on Olivia’s face. She couldn’t help it.
“What did I do?”
“Nothing.”
“Sorry.”
“I bet you are.”
Rudy walked to the kitchen to get a beer. He asked if she wanted one. She didn’t. Rudy cracked a can open, pulled on it, and he was back in the living room, shaking his head, fighting the pain that persisted in his sack.
“Damned if you do, and damned if you don’t. If you don’t make a pass you’re a faggot right away—and when you do make a pass and try to get somewhere all you get is a bad case of blue balls.” He took a couple of steps in the direction of the sofa and it seemed to get worse for him.
“Damn, I’m in pain. I can’t walk.”
“You’re cussing again.”
“You’re all heart.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen, Rudy.”
Rudy pulled on his can. He was trying to chuckle in spite of the condition he was in.
“You really are funny. Just because somebody don’t cuss that don’t make him any better than the rest of us. That’s bull. I know a lot of creeps who don’t cuss and they’re still creeps. And I know guys who cuss all the time, use filthy, dirty language all the time—talk about foul-mouth—and they’re some of the best people you’d ever want to know. They got heart and they got real soul—”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Like who?” Olivia knew what his answer would be.
“Like my brother.”
“It’s still a bad habit.”
“Could be—but how come you always got to change the man? Why is it chicks always do that? What makes you always think that’s what we want?”
“Maybe that’s what you need and don’t know it.”
“Where do you get these pearls of wisdom? From your sister? I got a message for her—”
It was then that Biggs made his presence known through the side door. He was standing in the kitchen with a VCR in his hands and had given Rudy and his girl a real, if unpleasant start.
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“How’d you get in here?”
“Kitchen door was open.”
Rudy cleared his throat. Rose to his feet with a wince. Hell, the pain in his genitals was just as intense as it had been a moment ago and the safest thing to do was not move too much, not that it made any difference, actually; the pain stayed with you whether you budged or not.
“I mean, ain’t it polite to knock first?”
“I did knock. For some reason you didn’t hear me.”
“I bet,” Olivia said in a vaguely audible tone.
Biggs’s intense eyes, for the most part, had remained on Rudy’s girlfriend. He was speaking to Rudy, but he had his eyes on Olivia Duarte. “I’d like you and your brother to take a look at this VCR.”
“What’s wrong with it?”
Biggs’ peepers were back on Rudy momentarily.
“You’re asking me? Tape got stuck. Had to yank it out. Now it won’t function. Could be there’s a strip way in the back that jammed up the works.”
“Can you leave it on the kitchen table? We’ll take a look at it.”
Cecil Biggs stood there, waiting; had resumed staring at Olivia Duarte, and was waiting. Wouldn’t say a word.
“I don’t mean right now, Mr. Biggs. We’ll open it up and take a look first chance we get.”
Biggs gave him a slow nod. Lowered the VCR onto the kitchen table. There was distinct hesitancy to his next mo
tion. He turned, and walked back out.
“He never knocked. That’s a lie. He’s a peeper, Rudy. He was spying on us.”
“He’s a customer. When will I see you?”
She didn’t say. Instead nudged him. Indicated with chin and eyes that someone was back, standing in his kitchen. Rudy turned his head. Could not believe the audacity of the guy.
“Mr. Bugs, I mean Biggs, sorry. I’m really sorry.”
“I’ve been called worse.”
“Like I just said: We got cars to repair. We’ll get to the VCR when we can. My brother works a full-time job—”
“This isn’t about the piece of shit VCR. That’s been settled. Like you to take a look at the Caddy.”
“Your Cadillac? What’s the matter with it?”
“You want my business, or do I find somebody else?”
“I’ll be right out.”
Biggs hesitated, as before. Continued to stare at Rudy’s honey, and stepped outside.
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Olivia’s body shook, as if overcome by a sudden attack of the chills. The cause? Cecil Biggs’s creeping around.
“Oh, come on. He isn’t that bad. Sure, he’s weird, so are a lot of other people around here.”
“I can’t help it. That’s twice he walked in on us without making a sound. Like a ghost; like some apparition. Suddenly he was just there, in the kitchen, standing there, watching us. That’s all I need: For word to get out.”
“Word to get out about what? Never mind. You didn’t answer my question: When will I see you?”
“I wish you would reconsider going back to school, Rudy.”
“You’re not going to start that again?” Then carefully, gingerly, so as not to disturb the groin region and add to his discomfort, Rudy moved toward the window and craned his head enough to peer through the parted curtains to see what Biggs was up to (if anything). The bishop had his Cadillac parked in the driveway and was leaning against it. Had a clear plastic bag of candy in his hand and was popping what looked like lemon drops in his mouth.
Rudy sat back down. Olivia pressed on. “Just think about it. It would make life so much easier. I wouldn’t have to keep sneaking around like this. I feel like a criminal or something. I just don’t like doing this to my family. I don’t like the situation—”
“Hey, can’t you understand? It’s the one thing I’m really good at: Working on cars. You know my brother and me want to open up our own shop. What’s so terrible about being a car mechanic?”
“What happens when I leave for college and we grow apart?”
“To me that doesn’t make any sense, Liv—because you’re not even leaving the state.”
“It happened to Roe and Yolanda, didn’t it? And who knows? I could be leaving the state.”
“Your folks got that kind of money? To send you to some out-of-state university? I didn’t know teachers made that kind of jack.”
“They don’t have that kind of ‘jack.’ What if I were awarded a scholarship—”
“You’ve been holding out on me. You got a scholarship. Where to? Is it out of state?”
“I’m not saying. You’re missing the whole point, anyway.”
“Listen to me: People don’t fall out of love or ‘grow apart’ unless they want it to happen and let it happen. That’s what my grandmother says, and she should know. If you got the real thing you don’t split up, no matter what happens.”
Olivia sighed. She’d been trying to get her message across and it clearly was not working. Get an education. That’s what the whole thing came down to. That’s exactly what her family had been saying to her and to tell any young man out there interested in her and her sisters that he would have to appreciate that whole attitude and mindset.
“They wish you were better educated.”
“Why? How would it change things? I can read, I can write. I know I’m not some a-hole. I treat you right, don’t I?”
“The foul language has got to go, Rudy.”
“Why would I want to go to some college and waste four years of my life studying subjects I don’t give a damn about when I could be making good money here? Saving up money to open up a business of our own. It doesn’t make sense to me.”
“Maybe you’re right. Only I just wish, just once, you didn’t have to be so stubborn about understanding and possibly seeing things from someone else’s point of view.”
“Yeah? Someone else is going to tell me what’s right for Rudy Perez? Your parents know what’s better for me than me? How do they figure that?”
“I give up. I have to go.”
“When will I see you again?”
“I’m not sure, Rudy. Week, maybe two—”
“Come on. Don’t be like that. Please?”
“Stop by the diner—”
“Not like that. When can I see you?”
“I never know that far in advance what my days off are going to be. It’s up to Slim and Bertha. I work when they need me; take off when they don’t—”
“Just give me two minutes. Let me find out what he wants.” Rudy kissed her and walked outside to the Caddy.
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“Good looking woman. Filipino?”
“We’re engaged to be married.”
Rudy really did not want to look at those damned weird eyes any longer than he had to. Eye contact was there, but it was brief when it happened.
“She ain’t Filipino.”
“I know about marriage. Filipino nurse married me a while back so she could stay on in the country. When she found it convenient to do so, she filed a civil suit claiming mental anguish. Right out of the blue. Mental anguish. A perfectly good marriage was discarded for no real reason.”
Rudy nodded his head. Had no idea what the guy was talking about, nor was he interested in the man’s personal life.
He popped the Cadillac hood and was looking at the engine and wanting to get this conversation over with as quickly as possible. Biggs’s overwhelming body odor did not make things any easier, either.
Rudy glanced back toward the open living room window. His girl was on her feet, brushing her hair out. He just wanted to get back in there and try to smooth some feathers he had undoubtedly ruffled.
“Sorry to hear it. My girl was born in the States, so were her parents. She’s American.”
“I wonder why she looks Filipino to me. . . .”
Rudy wondered why the guy kept at it. You know she ain’t Filipino. Why you got to keep asking?
“What’s wrong with the car?”
“Needs a tune-up. Oil change. Fan belt is starting to show wear-and-tear.”
Rudy bent his head in. Looked down at the fan belt again. Not really in need of replacement. The fan belt was okay.
Well, he thought to himself, if the guy wants a tune-up, the oil changed, and a new fan belt, do it then. Do what the man wants. It’s his money. That’s what you’re in business for.
Rudy withdrew the dipstick. Oil was, in fact, dirty.
“You must do a hell of a lot of driving.”
“I get around.”
“I’ll have it ready for you tomorrow. I won’t be able to get to it today.”
“Can you wash it instead?”
“Instead? You mean in addition to the tune-up?”
“No. Give it a wash and wax. I’ll take it to the dealership for the rest.” And he walked away.
“Yessir.” A dismayed Rudy Perez asked about the keys. Saw Biggs stop. Turned to look at him.
“What do you need the keys for?”
“Interior. Don’t you want the interior vacuumed? Can’t clean the inside without the key.”
“Interior’s clean enough.” Biggs walked on. Suddenly did an about-face. Returned to his car. Unlocked the door on the driver’s side, and got in. “When I stop by to pick up the VCR. You can wash it then.” He closed the door and drove off.
Rudy stood there a moment, his eyes on the Cadillac as it disappeared down the block. Forget trying to add it u
p about Brother Trusty, quit trying to figure that guy out—because it will get you nowhere.
He knew one thing, knew it for a fact: Dude gave him the heebie-jeebies. That was about all the arithmetic he got out of it.
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Rudy walked back. Re-entered through the kitchen door. Olivia was through with her hair. Dropped the brush in her purse and snapped it shut.
“Could be you’re right about Biggs. Christ, he smells.”
“I noticed it even from here.”
“Anyway, I don’t want to talk about him.” He had other things on his mind: Like wanting to wrap his arms around her waist—and it did not take. Olivia did not like it and would not allow it. Not now. There had been too much left unresolved.
“So where were we?”
Olivia pursed her lips. “My family is concerned, that’s all.”
“I appreciate that. Only do me a favor? I could do with a little less. Okay? No offense—but less concern, and a little more affection would be nice. If you might just get that message across to your wonderful people.”
Two of Olivia’s sisters appeared at the open door: Yolanda, who was the oldest of the girls, and Carla, who was four years Olivia’s junior.
“What is this? Neighborhood 7-Eleven? Nobody believes in knocking anymore. Whatever happened to that famous Duarte upbringing I’ve heard so much about? I’m shocked, actually.” Rudy Perez may have been kidding, but he meant a good deal of it.
“Livia, Dad wants you at the dinner table.” Yolanda’s sultry, dark eyes were all business. Carla, the youngest of the Duarte girls, would one day grow up to be equally as exotic-looking as Yolanda and Olivia.
“Give us five minutes—”
“Dad says right now, Liv.”
Rudy pulled on his beer. Chuckled.
“Say hi to ‘Dad’ for me, Yolanda, when you see him. Tell him the Perez Family appreciates his concern—”
Olivia wanted to keep him from going any further in that tone.
“Rudy, don’t—”
“She spies on you, and we’re supposed to just take it?”
