by Coy, Andrina
Outside, the morning sun covered her with surprising intensity. The sky was absent a single cloud, a tapestry of blue hues that had the neighborhood birds chirping as they went about their own happily mindless routine.
Vlad’s left hand clamped down onto Mattie’s shoulder.
“Wait.”
The Russian looked down both sides of the street, making certain no-one was watching them. Mattie spotted the Cadillac sedan parked across the street opposite her apartment complex. Vlad removed his hand from her shoulder and pointed to the car.
“There – let’s go.”
Again the gun jabbed Mattie in the back, forcing her out onto the street and toward Vlad’s car. The brief time it took to travel that short distance seemed to somehow slow down, allowing Mattie to appreciate the heat of the sun and the comforting scent of fresh air mixing with the warming concrete below her feet.
It was a beautiful Seattle day, the kind of day that normally made one who took the time to notice, grateful to be alive.
I wonder if this is my last day alive?
Mattie regretted asking herself the question as soon as her mind voiced it inside of her head.
It wasn’t the question Mattie found so unsettling though, but rather her own answer that soon followed…
End.
NEEDFUL FLINGS
Volume Four
“A Time for Choosing”
AVAILABLE SOON!
Enjoy this excerpt from Volume Four:
“You’re gonna kill me with that thing!”
Porter hardly heard the words, the mix of alcohol and drugs having reduced his mind to a barely functioning and quite distracted globe. He looked down and saw his massive erection bobbing up and down like a lazy flag pole and silently wondered how he was able to function sexually when he had been so heavily drugged.
The masked woman’s body was certainly attractive though, nicely appointed with a black bra and matching underwear and garter, her lightly tanned skin tight, youthful, and almost as intoxicating as the chemicals that coursed through Porter’s bloodstream. The woman’s spiky, bleach blond hair and thick black eyeliner complimented the many intricate tattoos that covered nearly half her body.
‘Take off your underwear.”
The woman shook her head and then lay back on the bed while spreading her legs wide.
“I want you to rip them off me, big boy. Rip them off me and then stick that big piece of meat into this here pussy – HARD.”
Porter closed his eyes and tried to steady himself at the foot of the bed as the warehouse walls began to swirl around him. His mind filled with the buzzing of a thousand bees as he fought back the urge to vomit while also trying to take several slow, deep breaths but found his lungs unwilling to cooperate.
I think I’m having a fucking heart attack!
The woman’s eyes opened wide as she watched Porter’s body suddenly collapse to the floor with enough force the entire bed frame shook beneath her. Porter heard her voice as if it was coming from some great distance as consciousness gave way to darkness.
“Hey, I didn’t sign up for some guy dying on me! What the hell, Roman? Am I still getting paid?”
A final word whispered across Porter’s mind like dried wind-swept leaves over pavement, and then everything went quiet.
Mattie…
