Under a Thunder Moon

by Batcher, Jack

  Katrina lost all control as he wrapped his right arm around her waist pulling her so close to him that it felt like he could be inside her. She felt him hard against her. Her hand moved down instinctively and found her way to his cock. She danced her fingers around the tip through his tight black jeans, and slowly caressed it. Jim led her towards the bed. Katrina couldn’t even pretend that this wasn’t what she wanted. This was exactly what she wanted.

  Jim sat down on the bed. He looked up at Katrina as she ran her fingers through his long blonde hair. He still had his strong hands on her waist.

  “So what will you do for me Katrina?”

  “Anything you desire,” she said shyly, “Anything at all… Master.”

  “Mm Master, I like that.”

  “Do you Master?” Katrina whispered in his left ear.

  “Yes”

  “What do you want me to do for you Master?”

  “Take off your dress.”

  Katrina began to pull the zipper down.

  “Slower.”

  Katrina did as she was told. Calling Jim Master had turned her on more then she thought it would. Gently she pulled the zipper down stopping for a little bit just under her breast. Katrina looked into Jim’s electric blue eyes. They were fixed on her. She had Jim’s complete attention. At this moment he was all hers.

  Katrina slowly pulled the zipper down further feeling the tension build with the anticipation of what was to come. Just as she brought the zipper to her waist Jim stopped her hand. He pulled her close and kissed her stomach. Then slowly kissed up towards her left breast, pushing aside the leather, his tongue circled her nipple.

  Katrina’s dress fell to the cabin floor. She stepped out of it as Jim pulled her onto the bed. He kissed her deeply as he caressed her. Katrina pulled at the button of Jim’s Levis and unzipped them. She held his hard cock in her hand. Jim kicked off his jeans, and pulled Katrina on top of him. She straddled him and tore off his black t-shirt.

  Jim pushed Katrina up from him so that he could see her, as she sat on top of him. He looked over every curve of Katrina’s beautifully tanned and naked body.

  “What is it Jim?”

  “I am just looking at you Katrina.”

  “Do you want what you see Master?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you want to make love to me Master?”

  “Yes.”

  Jim’s fingers tangled into her thick black hair, and he pulled her to him and kissed her. Katrina was lost in the kiss until she felt Jim deep inside her. Katrina groaned in painful pleasure with each rhythmic thrust she moaned…

  “Mmm Yes Master! Oh! Yeah… give it to me Master… Oohh Master!”

  14

  Paul woke to the morning sun shining brightly in his face, and the sound of Tyler Watts doing his bad Johnny Cash impression singing Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down. Tyler sang…

  “I woke up Sunday mornin’ with no way to hold my head that didn’t hurt.

  The beer I had for breakfast wasn’t bad so I had one more for dessert.”

  “Hey everybody!” Tyler announced, “If you need a ride, my ass is taking off in five minutes so let’s get the go going!”

  “Hey Trailer Park,” Tyler said as he burst into the office, “you look like hammered shit.”

  “Thanks Tyler, I feel like it too.”

  “I am making some coffee you want any Trailer Park?”

  “Nah Tyler, I am just going to roll, get back home, and sack back out.”

  Then Paul staggered into the hot Sunday morning sun to his truck, hoped in, and cranked it up. The rumble woke Jim and Katrina on the boat.

  “Sounds like people are getting ready to leave the party Katrina.”

  “Mmm I could stay laying here with you like this all day.”

  “That sounds good to me too,” Jim said kissing her, “but I have got some things to take care of today. So get up you lazy loafer.” He slapped her playfully on the butt, “let’s haul ass.”

  “Yes Master,” Katrina said shaking her butt, “I am haulin’ ass.”

  April, Jenny, and Tyler were waiting in the Boat House drinking their coffee when Jim and Katrina got there.

  “Good Mornin’ party people,” Jim said, “It’s a great day to be alive,” and then shook Tyler’s hand. “How are you feeling this morning Mr. Watts?”

  “Not to shabby Mr. Wolf.”

  “Where’s Mike?”

  “He had to take care of something,” April chimed in, “he asked me to tell you to wait here Jim, and that he had something to show you.”

  “Alright where is Trailer Park?”

  “That fucker stumbled out of here a couple of minutes ago,” Tyler said, “and I have to get going and get to work. I can’t wait till we ink that deal so I can quit this landscaping bullshit. So if y’all want a ride lets get going.”

  Tyler and Jenny went to the van.

  “I’ll leave you lovers alone,” April said, following Tyler and Jenny.

  “Thanks for an unforgettable night Jim.”

  He pulled her close and kissed her.

  “Katrina you better get going while you still can,” Jim said.

  “That’s not a lot of incentive to leave you know.”

  “Go on get,” Jim said, as he gave her a love tap on the ass.

  “Yes Master,” Katrina smiled, “call me later?”

  “I’ll think about it,” Jim said, kissing her again and then walking her to the van.

  “I’ll call you later,” Jim said, as he opened the door.

  “If you don’t I’ll call you,” she said smiling and getting in the van.

  “Hey Tyler, we got some shit to take care of later. Give me a call when you get done.”

  “Will do Jim,” Tyler said. Then he backed the van out of the boat yard, and drove away.

  Jim pulled out a cigarette and lit it up. He took a long hard drag, and as he let it out he said to himself, “Now let me see what that crazy fucker Mike is up to that he needed them to leave, and me to stick around.”

  15

  Honk! Honk! Jim turned around to see a black Toyota Corolla heading straight for him. It couldn’t be Alyssa he thought. Pulling up into the Boat House? Then he saw his friend Mike waving to him from behind the wheel with a maniacal grin, like Jack Nicholson busting through the bathroom door in The Shining.

  “What the fuck Mike you stole my bitch’s car?”

  “Not exactly.”

  “Then why are you driving Alyssa’s car?”

  “Well let’s just say that I saw an opportunity and went with it.”

  “Alright Mike let’s just say that.”

  “I think it will explain itself when I show you what is in the trunk.”

  Then Jim followed Mike around to the back of the Corolla. Mike put the key in and popped the trunk lid. Then stood back like a magician performing a magic trick to let Jim see what he had for him in the trunk.

  “How did you get Alyssa in the trunk Mike?”

  “I found her outside the gate of the Boat yard.”

  “Did you kill her?”

  “Nah Jim, I just choked her out.”

  “Well this certainly is an interesting situation,” Jim said. “I think we can really have some fun with this. Mike, get me some rope”

  “I am already ahead of you on that one,” Mike said, pulling out some rope. “How would you like your ex-bitch bound and gagged this morning sir?” Mike said in a mock Pirate voice.

  Jim cleared his throat and said, “Bind this filthy wench about her wrists and ankles. Then hang her from the rafters matey, and let’s be quick about it before this wretched wench regains her consciousness.”

  “That is a very good call Capt’n,” Mike said, as he looped the rope around the wrist that Jim was holding.

  Jim and Mike finished tying Alyssa up. They bound her hands together at the wrists, while tying her legs together at her ankles. Mike brought a pulley over that hung from the ceiling. It is normally used to lift boats, but
this morning it will raise the cheating bitch Alyssa.

  Alyssa dangled from the ceiling just about a foot off the ground. Jim walked around her. Looking her over and checking that the rope was secure. Then he took a piece of duct tape and stuck it hard across her lips. He put another piece over that one so that they formed an X over her mouth.

  Jim bitch-slapped Alyssa across her right cheek, and as she swung back towards Jim, he slapped her hard again. That one woke her up.

  “Good Morning Alyssa,” Jim said.

  Alyssa attempted to scream through the duct tape.

  “Don’t waste your breath Alyssa, and the more you struggle the tighter those knots are going to get. Now let’s get a picture of you for your new boyfriend Trailer Park.”

  Jim took the picture with Alyssa’s cell phone.

  “Trailer Park is going to shit his pants when he sees this one,” Jim said.

  “So what is the plan now Jim?”

  “Well Mike I had thought this through one way, and I really didn’t see this happening at all, but it was some quick thinking on your part to take advantage of the situation.”

  “Thanks Jim, so what do you want to do with Alyssa?”

  “Hoist her away! Let the skank sweat it out up there for a little while, and later we will see just how much Trailer Park really wants her.”

  Then Mike lifted Alyssa to the ceiling. She squirmed and kicked out her legs as she rose towards the rafters. Mike tied off the rope that now dangled Alyssa.

  Jim pulled out a cigarette and then offered one to Mike. They both lit their smokes and looked up at Alyssa.

  “Aye this is going to get bloody isn’t it Capt’n?”

  “Aye very bloody Mike,” Jim said, “Let us prepare to sail by the light of the Thunder Moon.”

  “Aye Capt’n.”

  “Oh and Mike…”

  “Aye Capt’n.”

  “Don’t forget the rum.”

  They both laughed and left Alyssa hanging from the rafters as they went to prepare the boats.

  16

  It was just past the crack of noon when Paul finally rolled his lazy ass off the couch. He stumbled into the kitchen to scrounge up some grub, and get a drink of water. He had a raging case of cotton mouth from drinking too many beers. He opened up the fridge to find it a barren wasteland except for condiments. He had plenty of ketchup, mayonnaise, and mustard.

  “I suppose I could make me a Wish Sandwich,” Paul said to himself.

  Paul took out the ketchup, mayonnaise, mustard, and carried them over to the counter. Realizing he hadn’t any clean dishes he tore off a piece of paper towel to use for a plate. He took out two pieces of white bread and laid them next to each other. Paul first used his index finger to glob the mayonnaise on to one slice of bread. He had to use his finger because he hadn’t any clean utensils.

  Paul didn’t really have a clean anything in his trailer. The whole place looked like a condemned pig pen. Then he squeezed some ketchup on the mayonnaise. He used his finger to gob some mustard onto the other slice of bread. Paul took the two condiment filled slices of bread and smooshed them together.

  “That’s what I call a Wish Sandwich Supreme. Three different condiments and still wishing for some meat,” Paul said to himself. He took a bite of his sandwich. Some of the contents oozed out, and dripped on the floor.

  “Damn my head is pounding,” Paul said to himself, as he flopped back onto the couch.

  “I can’t believe the crazy night I had. I am surprised that chick Katrina didn’t spill anything about seeing me with Alyssa.”

  “I wonder if Alyssa had called.” Paul checked his cell phone. “Nothing yet. I wonder if she is going to come over today.” Paul continued to chomp on his sandwich, while staring blankly in thought, at his reflection on the TV screen.

  What am I doing with Alyssa? This whole thing shouldn’t have happened. It was just a freak thing that we happened to run into each other at Billy’s Bar. It is even freakier that I would have hooked up with Alyssa? I always thought she was hot and I wanted to be with her, but I never thought I would have had the chance. I guess it was just the right amount of alcohol and loneliness. I wouldn’t have thought we would still be messing around. Well she still has a thing for Jim. Maybe we will talk it out today and this will be the end.

  Paul’s cell phone buzzed. It was a text message from Alyssa. “Hey lover meet me at Billy’s Bar 4 dinner @ 6”

  Paul texted her back – “I’ll be there.”

  “Hey lover?” Paul thought well maybe she decided to leave Jim. It is a damn shitty thing to do to a good friend. Stealin’ his woman and all, but he was out screwing around himself last night now wasn’t he?

  Should I tell Alyssa about that? I will… only if it helps seal the deal for me with Alyssa. Otherwise I won’t say a thing. Paul checked the time; it was pushing on one o’clock. “Let me clean this joint up some,” Paul said to himself, “and get my act together to go and meet Alyssa at the bar.”

  17

  “Dumb-ass took the bait!” Jim said. “That scumbag is so fuckin’ dead! Mike can you believe this rat bastard? I sent him a text from Alyssa’s phone inviting that fuck to dinner, and he said he would go.”

  “Trailer Park has no clue about the heaping pile of shit he’s stepping into.”

  “You got that right Mike.”

  Jim’s outburst reverberated up to the rafters. Alyssa trembled as she watched Jim. He paced back and forth below like an angry Lion in a cage, who was about to break through the bars, and eat someone. She had never seen him so enraged. Now he is laughing? Why is Jim laughing? He has totally snapped! That’s it Alyssa thought to herself, he really is going to kill me and Paul. I know it. Alyssa listened to see if she could hear what Jim was planning, and figure a way out.

  “So we got everything ready for tonight?”

  “Hell yeah Jim, we are set.”

  “Did you remember the Rum?”

  “Yes Jim, I remembered the Rum, but how are you going to get Trailer Park here?”

  “I got a plan that will get him here and also make that asshole sweat too. I figure we could get a little help from our new friends, who will also make a decent alibi.”

  “Good thinking Jim.” Mike’s cell phone rang. “It’s Tyler.”

  “Cool… Mike you fill Tyler in on what’s going down while I call Katrina.”

  “Alright Jim I will… Hey Tyler we got this situation.” Mike walked off to the Boat House office.

  Jim made his call to Katrina. She answered it right away.

  “Hi Jim.”

  “Hey Katrina,” Jim said, “Are you busy tonight?”

  “I am never too busy when it comes to you Jim, what do you have in mind?”

  “I wanted you and your friends to meet us up at Billy’s Bar.”

  “Yeah Jim, I know I can be there, but I am not sure about April and Jenny. I will ask them.”

  “That will be great Katrina, but I also want to ask you to do me a favor.”

  “Whatever you want me to do for you Jim, I will do it.”

  “I need y’all to be at the bar by at least five o’clock.”

  “Ok Jim.”

  “Hold on there is more,” Jim said, “when you see Trailer Park there say hello to him, and let him know that you are going to meet me there. If Trailer Park asks you if you told me anything about what you saw last night, tell him that you didn’t think there was anything to tell. Can you do that for me Katrina?”

  “Yes, but can I ask what is going on?”

  “The less you know the better, but things with Trailer Park and Alyssa are going to be settled tonight.”

  “Does this mean you’ll be looking for a new girlfriend Jim?”

  “You know what… I hadn’t thought about it, but now that you mention it Katrina, there is this cute red-head at the bank I go to …”

  “What?!” Katrina interrupted, as Jim laughed.

  “Relax,” Jim said, “We will talk about that later.” />
  “So will I see you tonight Jim?”

  “Yes I will pick you up after Trailer Park leaves.”

  “Why would he leave?”

  “Don’t ask too many questions Katrina. I will see you later. Oh and wear something motorcycle friendly.”

  “Ok Jim I will. I can’t wait honey, bye.”

  Jim hung up the phone. He then looked up at Alyssa dangling from the rafter.

  “Hey Mike!” Jim called out, “Let’s get this cunt on the boat and finish getting ready.”

  Mike came out of the front office. He then untied the knot that kept Alyssa suspended 100 ft in the air. Mike let go of the rope and let Alyssa plummet towards the grey cement floor. Mike caught the rope and stopped Alyssa’s free fall just before she hit the ground. Alyssa’s crying was muffled by the duct tape over her mouth. Jim and Mike laughed.

  “You sick bastard,” Jim said, “You are enjoying this aren’t you?”

  “Well Jim, if you are going to do something like this… you can’t just do it a little bit. It is all in or nothing.”

  “I agree Mike.”

  When Alyssa touched the ground she began to twist to get away. Jim went to grab Alyssa and pick her up, but she flopped about like a flounder out of water.

  “Jim, might I suggest this.” Then Mike held up a stun-gun and let it spark.