7PM - Bjorn

by Chris Heinicke

  7PM

  Bjorn

  A 5PM Short Story

  By CHRIS HEINICKE

  COPYRIGHT © 2016 Chris Heinicke

  7PM-Bjorn (A 5PM Short Story)

  By Chris Heinicke

  Cover Design by Rebecca Berto, Berto Designs

  Manuscript Services—Editing & Interior Design by

  Rogena Mitchell-Jones, Literary Editor

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  All Rights Reserved

  This book may not be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission from the author. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. All characters and storylines are the properties of the author, and your support and respect are appreciated.

  This book is a work of fiction. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  This book is written in Australian English, therefore, includes Australian diction.

  To my dear wife Glenda, whose love, support,

  and belief in me helped make this novel possible.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Epilogue

  11PM – Sneak Peek

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Chapter 1

  Benny Hernandez aka Bjorn

  I always was a man of exquisite taste. From fine art to good wine and most of all, the female body. I have made love to over one thousand women, acquiring a great admiration for nature’s most beautiful creation when, at the age of eleven, I saw the most heavenly example of God’s sculpturing.

  I was only a young boy, still two years from becoming a teenager when I was on vacation with my parents along the French Riviera when I saw her, bathing in the water in all her glory. The way the water droplets shone on her milky skin, and her face lit up as she smiled upon discovering my voyeuristic stares, it stirred up a feeling within me I had never experienced before. My penis stiffened as her soap-lathered hands ran down her breasts and to the hairy area between her legs, separating those lips of hers as she washed them. My father caught me watching her, and with a smile, he sat me down and told me all about men and women and where babies came from. I never did see that beautiful woman again, but when I reached the age of self-discovery, I used the vision of her stored in my memory banks from that special day.

  Blessed with good looks, I never had trouble scoring with the girls through high school, followed by my college and adult life. My college degree led to nothing, which I believed to be the motivation behind taking it in the first place. When I was finished with studying, I drifted around my home city of Charleroi, Belgium, working in low paying jobs meeting many wonderful people and being a VIP guest at the party that was my life.

  I did it all—smoking, alcohol, marijuana, cocaine and promiscuous sex with strangers.

  It was fun—that is until one night a bit of unbridled recklessness led to two friends dying from an overdose.

  I nearly lost my own life that night, too. Little did we know the coke we scored was laced with arsenic as if the dealer wanted to murder us all. When I recovered, and my anger subsided, I swore I would find the people responsible. I invested many hours into investigating the identity and whereabouts of the responsible duo, using my network of friends and contacts I had made over the years.

  This path of intended vengeance brought me to America and to a chance meeting with the most influential man to enter my life. I tracked the dealers to a hotel in Las Vegas, travelling on an illegal passport created for me by a man who claimed to be an expert at manufacturing such things.

  “Sir, do you have some identification?” the security officer asked.

  I was playing on a roulette table and about fifty thousand dollars up, orbited by several voluptuous young women, each one seeming to try to out-do the others in the bathing of perfume prior to attending the gambling rooms. Their number and proximity grew with each successful spin of the wheel, but I had little care factor for the money itself. I wanted to garner enough attention to bring a certain two men out of hiding.

  “Is there a problem?” I asked. I fished my passport from my pocket, satisfying his interest in me. He took a long look at me before nodding at me and walking away.

  “Can I touch your chips,” a blonde haired beauty asked. She stood barely tall enough to reach my chest, while her own only just managed to stay enclosed in the strapless dress she wore.

  “Sure, beautiful lady,” I said, holding the chips to her rosy lips.

  She kissed them, and as I lowered them away from her, she blew gently on them like a cool breeze soothing a summer heat. I decided she would be my pick from the group to take to my room if the interest appeared to be mutual. The chips sat in place, and the spin of the wheel would either double my winnings or demolish my entire stack. The lady wore red, prompting me to place all my chips in the corresponding area.

  “No further bets,” the croupier announced. He flicked the little silver ball, and we all watched it as it sailed around the numbered wheel. My fate out of my control, I willed the ball to fall within a red coloured wedge when the time came for it to come to a stop.

  The ball slowed as if selecting a pocket by choice. It bounced between a black, a red, a green and then back to number twelve, where it stayed to rest. The big-breasted woman hugged me as I jumped in the air, watching my stack of chips double as I declared my game over and stated my desire to collect my little round plastic chips and cash out.

  “Congratulations, sir. Well played,” said the croupier, the obligatory smile on his face. Another employee put the chips on a tray, enabling them to be grouped and counted. I followed him to the cashier whereupon I received my winnings in cash.

  “You’ve had a very successful night sir,” the security guard from the roulette wheel said behind me.

  “I had lady luck by my side,” I said. The woman looked at me from near the table I played at and smiled.

  “The manager would like to see you.”

  “I didn’t do anything wrong, sir. There’s no way I could cheat.”

  “I know. Just come with me. Bring your lady friend if you wish.”

  I waved her over. She complied, her little legs carrying her at a speed I didn’t think she could reach given her height. Looking at her filled me with lust and with a hunger that only her body could satisfy.

  “Hey, high roller, what’s going on?” she asked.

  “Please come with me,” the security guard said.

  “The manager wants to see me, said I can bring you along too,” I said to her. Slot machine music filled our ears as we followed the security guard, people seated at said machines in a trance, the majority kissing money away in the process of pressing buttons and watching mini electronic screens roll past.

  “You must have made an impression, winning a hundred grand like that,” she said. I reached for her hand.

  “Just like you have on me,” I said.

  We arrived at the base of a flight of carpeted stairs, the guard waving us to go on ahead to the room perched at the top of them. From my perspective, the room appeared as a dark tinted glass cube, and even as we approached the door, we couldn’t see in.

  “Aren’t you a little concerned?” the woman asked.

  “No, why should I be? I don’t see how anyone could cheat at roulette,” I said. I took a deep breath regardless and knocked on the door.

  A sliding door disappeared into its recess, presenting a balding man flanked by two larger men. He grinned as we stepped in. “Sir, yo
u had some pretty great luck tonight,” he glanced at my companion, “on two different counts.”

  “Thank you, mister. You have a very fine establishment,” I said.

  “Which is why I’d like to offer you a free night’s accommodation to check out our facilities, maybe have another splurge tomorrow.”

  “I feel unworthy, I just wanted to play tonight and go home.”

  “Your English, it sounds a little broken. I think home might be a long plane flight away. Where are you from? Germany?”

  “Belgium. We make much better beer and chocolate than you do in America, but I like it here very much. Your women are very delectable.”

  He let out a big belly laugh, contagious to the other four of us in the room. “You know, I’ve always said that same thing about European women. We should swap notes perhaps.”

  The woman next to me rubbed my arm. I took a moment and answered the casino manager. “Okay, sir, I will happily stay a night.”

  “Excellent choice, young man. Please take this card to use for entry into room 1124.” He took another look at my companion. “Have a very nice night.”

  ******

  “Wow, this is nice,” the lady said as I opened the door. The king sized bed sat in the middle of a room almost the size of a basketball court. She kicked off her shoes, dragging her feet along the shagpile carpet in the direction of the floor to ceiling windows.

  I followed her, hoping to get her out of more than just her shoes, and gazed at the majestic view of the Las Vegas nightlife from the top floor suite. City lights illuminated the scenery, a wash of brightly coloured hues with people weaving in and out at street level, filling our view as seen through the gigantic panels of glass.

  “Your city is truly beautiful,” I said. “As are you.”

  “Wow. Why don’t we stop beating around the bush? You want me, and I want you. We have this one night together—let’s make it count.”

  “So upfront, it’s sexy.” I removed my jacket and kicked off my shoes.

  She walked over to the bed, dwarfed by the size of our surroundings, but soon to be the centre of our joined universes. “I need you to unzip me.”

  Approaching her back, I grabbed the metal zipper, gliding it along the parallel lines of metal teeth where it finished just above her peachy arse. I released my grip from the zip, my hands trailing her skin to the low-lying strap of her bra. I’ve always been a fan of big boobs and unclasping her bra demonstrated the immense strength held within a tiny piece of clothing constructed by lace, wires, and elastic. As she turned and faced me, my eyes were drawn straight to the twins of perfection.

  “You like them?”

  I nodded as I began to gently knead her breasts. In turn, her hands moved to my tie and shirt, freeing them from my body. She pressed her chest against mine and started to kiss me. I grabbed her arse and lifted her off her feet, putting her at the same level as I was, before throwing her backward onto the bed.

  “Oh, I like that,” she said. She propped her back up by leaning on her elbows, slightly parting her legs, and giving me a smile saying to come and get her. I looked at those lace panties, and pulled them over her hips to her knees and finally off her ankles.

  The sight of her exposed sex filled me with a hunger, only able to be satisfied by lowering my mouth to those inviting lips. “May I?” I asked

  She smiled and nodded, and as I put my face between her legs, she wrapped them around my head making sure I wouldn’t stop until she reached personal satisfaction. I’ve always loved going down on women. To me, it’s a form of worshipping them as a holy entity. I learned from my teenage years how to do it well, thanks to a very vocal woman in her thirties instructing me exactly where to aim.

  The lady began to moan, and with each flick of my tongue, she increased the volume and length of her vocal approval of my actions.

  Fully emerged in the moment, I didn’t hear the hotel room door open, but I heard it close. I went to turn, but my head was trapped between a pair of powerful thighs.

  “Don’t kill him,” a male voice yelled out.

  She released me. I saw the knife in her hand and wondered what the hell was going on. “But I’m getting paid to do it,” she said.

  I looked at her face. “Please don’t.”

  “Hayley, we’ve been offered double the money to keep him alive,” the security guard from earlier said.

  She placed the blade on the bedside table. “Sorry.”

  “Can somebody tell me what the hell is going on?” I asked.

  “Two men put out a contract on you a few days ago, and I was here to cash in. Sorry, it’s not personal,” she said.

  “Who were these men?” I asked.

  “I never got their real names. The names they used didn’t check out on the computer, but they paid us cash in advance for the job. It’s a good thing I hadn’t climaxed yet. You were to be dead as soon as I got there,” Hayley said.

  “Hayley, put some clothes on, please,” the man said, and then turned to me. “They had accents like yours. I assumed you knew them from back home. One was tall with a moustache, the other short and fat.”

  “Ah, yes… I know them. They are the reason I’m over here in America. I plan to kill them.” I headed for the door.

  The man pulled out a gun. “Not so fast. We need to talk about what’s going on.”

  I looked at the floor, then back to him. “They killed two of my good buddies and nearly me, as well.”

  “Oh, yes, the hapless need for revenge. You’re not doing too well so far. They know you’re here and have put a contract out on you, the needs of which were nearly met.”

  Hayley looked at me while dressing. “For what it’s worth, that’s one hell of a tongue you have, Bjorn.” She smirked as my eyes widened recognising she knew my name. “Yes, we are aware of your name and know all about you, thanks to your two ‘friends.’”

  “So where are they then? I needed one hundred thousand dollars to buy a score, and I have the money to do that now. But thanks to you two, they are probably already gone.”

  The man held up a phone. “Oh, no they’re not. I can get a hold of them any time I want, and thanks to your counter offer you have in the form of tonight’s winnings, I can draw them out for you. By the way, the name’s Ed.”

  ******

  I glared over the table at Hayley. “Bjorn, I’m sorry. I will make it up to you later,” she said.

  “And then stab me to death? No, thank you.”

  “She won’t kill you unless someone is paying her to, and seeing as our payment has doubled, you should feel a little safer,” Ed said. “So back to the plan. Your cash money will be packed into a briefcase. We’ll disguise you so they don’t recognise you as soon as you walk in the room. You will deliver the case to them, open it, and as you do, you’ll reach in first, grab a pistol with each hand, and then blow them away. Boom!” Ed said.

  “You want me to kill them?” I asked. I had plans to track them down and take revenge but never thought about how I would actually carry out a kill.

  “No, I want you to have a three way with them. Of course, I want you to fucking kill them.”

  “You Americans say this word fuck a lot. Does it help you express yourself better?” I asked.

  “Sometimes, yes. Spend some time here, and you’ll see how versatile it really is. Like maybe later you and I can fuck,” Hayley said.

  “I prefer the term make love,” I said.

  Hayley laughed at me. “Make love? We barely know each other. It isn’t love—it’s sex or fucking.”

  I let it slide. We needed to get back to the task. Hayley left the room to get the prosthetics required to disguise me as someone completely different.

  “So, you like her?” Ed asked.

  “She’s beautiful, has the most lovely breasts, and a pretty little lady garden.”

  “You’re an interesting man, Bjorn. Shows how little time I’ve spent with Europeans. You want to know something about her? She’s my sis
ter, and we have regular sex.”

  “That is disgusting.”

  “Well, technically, we’re not related. She’s my stepsister, so we say shit like we’re siblings who fuck to shock people. Maybe we’re a little mentally disturbed.”

  “We’re all a little crazy, Ed. The world is a crazy place, and if you don’t adjust accordingly, you either die or live like an invisible man. So I guess I’m crazy too.”

  “I think we’re gonna get along well, Bjorn. You’ll have to hang with us for a while after we’ve taken care of business. We can introduce you to a great many interesting things.” He looked me up and down, sending a little shiver up my spine.

  ******

  “Oh my God. I don’t even recognise myself,” I said, looking at the bearded be-speckled man in the mirror. I also gained many kilos and aged about twenty years.

  “We’ll have to avoid you speaking much. Once they hear that accent, you’re in trouble, as well as us,” Ed said.

  “Why are you doing this for me?” I asked.

  Hayley smiled. “We like you. You’re a little different. You like to have fun and live free, and if you die, then we’ll miss out on some fun with you. And I’d like to finish what we started earlier.” She winked at me.

  “Okay, let’s do this,” I said. I thought of my friends who perished back home at the hands of the scumbags who laced the coke, and how I would avenge them. My nerves kicked in, so I took a few deep breaths as my two companions exited with me out of the hotel room.

  Hayley grabbed my hand, rubbing my arm with her other, trying to settle my nerves. By Las Vegas standards, the night was still young, the time being just after 11PM, and in a city that never sleeps, there seems to be no such thing as early or late. We followed Ed closely, walking down a carpeted corridor to an elevator, going all the way to the top floor.