The Split

by Tyler, Penny

  It’s not long before I find him, a handsome older man with salt and pepper hair who’s wearing a nicely cut suit. He doesn’t look like he belongs in this end of the casino, and is probably killing time while he waits for someone upstairs to meet up with him. Lucky for me, I get there first.

  “Hey there.” I say, sitting down at the machine next to the man.

  He turns to me and smiles, immediately taken by my smoldering good looks. The man extends his hand and I take it in mine. “I’m Mark.” He says. “Nice to meet you.”

  “Alison.” I tell him.

  “And where are you from, Alison?” Mark asks.

  “Los Angeles.” I respond. “But you don’t really give a fuck about that do you? Be honest.”

  Mark laughs uncomfortably. “Of course I do!”

  “No.” I shake my head. “But it’s your lucky day, because I don’t care either. You know what I do care about, though?”

  Mark shakes his head, simultaneous baffled and entertained by my strange behavior. “I care about getting fucked up this tight little ass.” I tell him.

  Marks eyes go wide and he immediately looks over either shoulder, checking to see if anyone else heard my outrageous comment.

  “Think you could help me with that?” I ask.

  “You’re sure blunt.” Mark says. I can tell that he’s more than a little interested, if nothing else, by the quickly hardening cock that grows within the finely woven fabric of his suit pants.

  “Cut it with the small talk.” I demand. “Are you interested in helping me out?”

  “Yeah, but…” Mark starts. I immediately cut him off, grabbing him by the tie and pulling him to his feet as I stand and make a b-line for the nearest restroom.

  I push open the door of the men’s room, which is occupied by three or four other guys already, and drag Mark into one of the stalls, slamming the door behind us.

  Wasting no time, I tear off Mark’s jacket and pull his shirt up over his head, then kiss him deeply on the mouth. His muscular body feels incredible on mine, our skin rubbing warmly against one another as he removes my shirt and bra, in turn. I push Mark back against the wall of the stall and continue to make out with him, running my hands up and down across his toned abs and unbuckling his belt but, before I can do anything else, Mark turns the tables and pushes me down onto the toilet seat, where I sit and look up at him with hungry, lustful eyes.

  Seconds later, Mark in kneeling before me, pulling my panties down my and then hiking up my skirt as he spreads my legs open, revealing my slick pussy between. Mark waists no time, pushing my legs aside and then lapping at my clit with his soft tongue.

  I let out a gentle moan as he pleasures me, closing my eyes and leaning back against the hard bathroom wall behind me. I place one hand behind Mark’s head and press him even harder against my pussy, forcing his tongue to plunge deeper inside of me.

  “Oh fuck.” I moan. “Keep going, just like that.”

  I manage to get one of my heels up and locked into a bar on one side of the stall, giving Mark even more room to maneuver. His technique is incredible, immediately sending chills of pleasure up and down my spine as he works his magic.

  From the small crack at the bottom of the stall I can see the shadows of other men who have drawn closer to the action, brought on by the passionate sounds of a gorgeous young woman in heat.

  “Looks like we’ve got an audience.” I say, nodding towards the stall door. “Better not disappoint them.”

  This kicks mark into overdrive, and the next thing I know he’s climbing back onto his knees and unsheathing his absolutely enormous cock. He places his shaft up against the aching entrance of my tightness, teasing me for a moment, and then he pushes forward, impaling me onto his thick rod.

  I let out a gasp as Mark enters me, not entirely ready for his substantial size. Fortunately for me, though, Mark knows what he’s doing and soon enough I find myself in the troughs of pleasure, the man slowly but firmly pumping in and out of my body.

  Overwhelmed by lust, I grab Mark by the hips and pull him towards me with more and more force every time until eventually he’s slamming into me as hard as he can, rocking the stall loudly with every thrust against my pussy as he gains speed.

  Outside, one of the other men makes a muffled comment and the rest of them suddenly burst out laughing, excited by the decadent encounter that they’ve randomly found themselves an audible witness to.

  I can feel myself slowly start to edge towards orgasm. I’m not ready to cum yet, though, so, biting my lip playfully, I eventually push Mark back and sit up.

  “You said you’d help me with my problem.” I coo. “My ass is waiting.”

  Without hesitation I kick open the stall door with one foot, revealing Mark and myself to the excited crowd of onlookers. The men immediately burst into a chorus of catcalls as I stand up and turn around, bending over with my hands gripping tightly onto the back of the toilet. I give my butt a playful wiggle for them and then look back at Mark with a wink and a nod. He knows exactly what I want.

  The next thing I know, Mark is aligning the head of his cock with the taut rim of my asshole, pushing gently against the clenched muscle. I expertly use the nanobots to relax myself, easing the tension as Mark slips inside with a satisfied groan.

  Abruptly, I let out a yelp of my own, a strange mixture of pleasure and slight aching discomfort as Mark slips deeper and deeper, and then comes to a stop at the hilt of his massive shaft. Now completely within my depths, the man gives my ass a hard smack and I laugh, his dominance filling me with another quick surge of mischievous arousal.

  The next thing I know, Mark is pumping my hole with the entire length of his huge member, egged on by excited shouts from the other men. They crane around the edge of the stall to get a look at me, cheering and hollering. Most of them have their cocks out now and are beating them furiously.

  As Mark speeds up, I reach down and start to play with my clit, helping myself along as I drift closer and closer to an inevitable, and powerful, orgasm.

  “Oh my god, don’t stop!” I scream, my voice strange an unfamiliar as it exits through Ms. Hyde’s vocal cords. “Keep slamming me until I cum!”

  I can feel the familiar, warm sensation begin to blossom within my body, creeping its way down my arms in legs as I tremble and shake. My knees are locked, everything within me stretched tight against the oncoming convulsions and then suddenly a tidal wave of pleasure hits me, releasing all of the tension at once. I’m screaming in ecstasy, completely losing control of myself as my muscles contract in a series of blissful spasms.

  The sensation overwhelms me and I give into it completely, letting myself feel it all as Mark continues to hammer away behind me. He’s shaking as well, and then suddenly proceeds to blast a massive payload of semen up into my asshole. I can feel his cock twitch hard with every injection, until finally there is nothing left within him and Mark pulls out of me, exhausted.

  The group of guys watching us cheers loudly.

  I immediately start to collect my clothing, pulling it back on as I stumble out of the restroom in a fucked-silly daze. I’m filled with a swirling cocktail of emotions that pulls me this way and that but, most of all, what I want is to get away from all this.

  I’m satisfied, but in my satisfaction I see an escape from Alison, a moment to keep my compulsion repressed just enough to reclaim my sanity.

  Quickly, I duck into an empty row of slot machines, and then desperately will myself to transform back into Mandi. As I do, I watch a crew of five security guards run into the men’s room, but by the time they come out looking for Ms. Alison Hyde, she’s nowhere to be found.

  There’s no time to celebrate, however.

  As I walk through the casino looking for Derek, I multitask, quickly searching for the nearest electronics store on my phone and, although there’s nothing near the main drag of the Las Vegas strip that can provide me with the equipment I need, I find a store out in the desert a few miles that loo
ks as though it will have me covered. I need to get these nanobots out of me before I become too horny to control them yet again.

  Derek is nowhere to be found, and for a moment I’m ready to give up, thinking that he’s left the casino completely, but as I’m about to head out onto the strip looking for him I suddenly catch a glimpse of the man’s familiar face over at the blackjack table. He doesn’t look happy.

  I step up to the table and Derek sees me, but immediately averts his eyes, looking down at the green felt as I watch. I have no idea how many chips he might have started with, but from the looks of it he’s not doing so hot.

  The dealer shows a ten of hearts, and then motions to Derek. Derek’s cards total thirteen, which is not a terribly good position to be in. Derek hits, and he receives another card, which pushes his total up above twenty-one. A loss.

  The dealer takes Derek’s bet away, leaving him with an even smaller stack of chips as he shakes his head in disgust.

  “Hey, can I talk to you?” I ask Derek.

  He looks at me for a moment, but ignores my concern, immediately turning his attention back to the game. There’s something horribly vacant about Derek’s movements, as if he’s just going through the motions in an effort to simply give his money away.

  Derek pushes his entire stack out onto the table, betting it all.

  “How much is that?” I ask.

  Derek ignores me, but when he’s not looking an older woman at the table turns to me and whispers, “Twelve grand.”

  “Oh my god.” I gasp, trying to cover my mouth and hide my reaction. If that’s all he’s got left, then I’m terrified to find out how much Derek started with.

  A new set of cards is dealt, with Derek once again ending up on a total of thirteen. My heart is thundering in my chest now, and I want desperately to pull him away from the table but I know that the hand has already started and, at this point, there’s nothing I can do about it.

  “Hit.” Derek tells the dealer.

  Another card comes down and I breathe a sigh of relief. It’s a six of hearts, totaling nineteen, a perfectly respectable place to stand in blackjack.

  Derek however, has other plans. “Hit.” He says again.

  Even the dealer gives him a strange look, knowing full well that the chances of this turning out well are slim to none. I’m not much for statistics, but I’m knowledgeable enough to know that this is a bad play. There are only eight cards in the entire desk that can keep Derek from going over twenty-one and losing everything. Reluctantly, the dealer lays down yet another card for Derek.

  It’s a two.

  The entire table bursts into a cheer, completely blown away by this bold, yet incredibly stupid, play that has somehow worked out in Derek’s favor. I clap my hands together loudly, relieved.

  Derek, however, doesn’t move, hardly noticing that another card has even been given to him. His eyes lowered, Derek simply waits for the cheering and excitement to die down and then finally says, one final time. “Hit me.”

  The dealer looks confused. “Sir, you have twenty one.”

  Derek nods. “I understand.”

  I shake my head in utter confusion, helpless to do anything as the self-destruction unfolds before me. The entire table is utterly dumbfounded, exchanging glances with one another as the dealer slowly lays down another card, a card whose value is completely inconsequential. Regardless, Derek will lose.

  “Thirty one.” The dealer says, a sadness in his voice, then pulls the rest of Derek’s chips towards him.

  Immediately, Derek stands up and leaves the table.

  “Hey!” I shout, chasing after him. “What the fuck was that?”

  Derek ignores me, simply stepping around as I attempt to post myself in front of him. He soon arrives at an ATM and inserts his card.

  “Jesus, what are you doing?” I ask.

  “Getting more cash.” Derek tells me, flatly.

  I try desperately to grab his card out of his hands, which finally gets Derek to at least stop and spin towards me in frustration. I can see now that his eyes are brimming with tears, the anxiety and darkness of his addiction finally catching up with him.

  “Oh god.” I sigh, and then open my arms for a hug.

  Derek pushes me away. “No.”

  “Derek, I’m sorry.” I say. “I have no idea who those people were up in the room, I swear.”

  He laughs to himself. “Oh great.” Derek scoffs, rolling his eyes sarcastically. “That makes everything so much better.”

  “I’m so sorry.” I repeat.

  Suddenly, his entire demeanor shifts from a deep self-loathing to sharp anger. “Are you kidding me? We came here together, to help each other get better. It was stupid of me to think that we could have connected this quickly with you, it was stupid of me to believe in love.”

  I shake my head. “It’s not what you think.”

  “Then what is it?” Derek shouts. “We’re both addicts, I get it, we’re sick people, but I’m not sick enough to do that kind of shit to you.”

  “I’m not either!” I protest.

  “What does that even mean?” Derek asks. “What are you saying?”

  I pause for a moment, trying my best to figure out how to reveal my secret.

  “I think I need to show you, not tell you.” I explain. “Otherwise, you’re not going to believe me.”

  Derek throws his hands up. “Then show me!”

  Suddenly, right then and there, I transform.

  Derek’s visceral mood immediately shifts into a state of fear and wonder, his mouth hanging open as he stares at a mirror image of himself, or at least, my best attempt at one.

  “How?” Is all that he can say, reaching out and touching me lightly on the face.

  “It’s a long story.” I tell him, in my closest approximation of his own voice.

  Derek glances around to see if anyone else has noticed this miracle unfolding before his very eyes, but everyone else is completely preoccupied by the flashing lights that hum and dance across the screens before them.

  “I don’t understand.” Derek stammers. “Please, try to explain.”

  “There was an accident at work.” I tell him.

  “What kind of accident?”

  I let out a long sigh, unsure of how to lay all of this out, and then finally flip into computer scientist mode. “I was exposed to a highly advanced nanobot swarm. It’s programmed to lock onto my entire molecular structure and, within reason, give me the ability to transform my appearance.”

  “Within reason.” Derek repeats back to me, with a laugh.

  “Do you understand what I’m telling you?” I ask.

  Derek shakes his head. “I have no idea, but it’s blowing my mind.”

  We stand for a moment like this, Derek still reeling from my admission while I prepare myself for the inevitable fallout from the next one. I feel an anxious tingling across my entire body, scared to unveil anything more but knowing deep down that I have to.

  “I need to tell you something else.” I say.

  Derek immediately recognizes the look of deep concern in my eyes. “What is it?”

  Slowly but surely I begin to shift my face and hair, letting it grow out in dark waves that roll down my shoulders in lush swoops. My lips plump up and my eye’s get narrower.

  As Derek watches his expression goes from fascination to absolute horror.

  I finally become Alison Hyde entirely. “I really am sorry. I didn’t mean for things to get this far out of control and I never ever meant to hurt you. It’s like she’s taken on a life of her own. Last night, in the bedroom, I can’t even remember having sex with those people. Alison’s taking over and I don’t know how to stop her.”

  I notice now that Derek is practically shaking with rage. “How could you do this to me?” He stammers. “You’re the reason that I relapsed. You tricked me.”

  “I know.” I say. “It was…”

  I let the words trail off, unable to entirely sum up the horror
that I’ve inflicted on this man who’s been nothing but incredible to me.

  “I’m sorry.” I repeat. “I should’ve never let her get so out of control.”

  Realizing that even standing in the skin of Alison is dangerous, I immediately transform back into my normal self.

  Derek just shakes his head, still reeling from surreal bomb that I’ve dropped. “I think you should go back to Los Angeles.” He finally says.

  “What?” I stammer.

  “You’re not safe for me to be around.” Derek says. “I don’t understand any of this stuff about Alison taking over, I don’t know what it’s like to have some other person inside me trying to get out, either. I can’t help you anymore. I tried that already and look what happened.”

  “But you do know what it’s like to have another person inside of you!” I protest. “You’re an addict.”

  Frustrated, Derek simply throws his hands up in the air and turns to walk away. “I’ll have the front desk order you a rental car.” He calls back over his shoulder. “I don’t ever want to see you again.”

  And then suddenly, just like that, he’s gone, disappearing into the milling crowd of gamblers on the casino floor.

  11

  I feel as though the wind has been knocked out of me, my soul completely deflated as I stand here surrounded by people, yet completely alone. If I hadn’t just moments before satiated my powerful sexual desires, then I would assuredly be spinning into yet another session of vapid lustful fucking. Instead, I feel nothing but an overwhelming sadness.

  After standing here in silence for some unknown amount of time, I notice a group of large men in security uniforms walking directly towards me.

  “Ms?” The largest of the bunch asks as he approaches. “Are you Ms. Mandi Evans?”

  I nod, still in a daze from the devastating loss of Derek, the image of him walking right out of my life just repeating over and over again in my head.

  “Could you come with us please?” The man asks.

  Snapping out of it, I size the men up and immediately realize that running is no use, they are massive and carry tasers strapped to their belts. I nod again, and soon the group of us is crossing the casino floor towards an unmarked door, two of the guards behind me and two in the front. I’m vaguely aware of the strangeness that they know my name, given the fact that I checked in under Derek’s reservation, but I’m too defeated at the moment to care.