7PM - Bjorn

by Chris Heinicke

  As he motioned a slitting action around his throat, I imagined if anyone had been noticed investigating him, they wouldn’t be around to build a case. “I just need to grab my towel and clothes,” I said.

  “Me too. I’ll catch you in the shower block.” He winked and jogged away.

  I liked Ed. Sure he seemed like a cold-hearted pyscho in Las Vegas, but since arriving at the compound, he was friendly, helping me with everything I had a concern about, and assisting me to achieve a higher fitness level. Something made me wonder if there was something different about him.

  ******

  I closed my eyes as I put my head under the water pouring from the high flow showerhead, washing away the sweat gained from my morning run. I didn’t know how long I would have the block to myself, but I treasured every second of it.

  The main door creaked as it opened, and a few seconds later, I saw Ed hanging up his towel on the towel rail adjacent to mine. There was room and enough showerheads for at least a dozen people to use the area, so when Ed chose to shower right next to me, I knew he was up to something.

  “Do you mind?” he asked. He removed his shirt and shorts, his completely hair free body a few feet from me.

  “Well, you’re here now,” I said and turned my back to him.

  “Bjorn, please don’t feel uncomfortable around me.”

  “It’s the way you look at me, whether I’m fully dressed or going for a run, or even when…”

  “Times like now when you’re naked, and me as well. We were born naked, so why are people so hung up on nudity?”

  “People liken being nude to having sex as if we can’t be in our natural state without thinking of sex. But if I see a woman like Hayley or Emily or Nakato in their complete beautiful glory, I do think of having sex with them, so I guess society is right.”

  “We’re just animals, Bjorn. Sure, we’re human and considered the most intelligent of the animal kingdom, but we have animal urges, too. We all want to be on top of the food chain or the alpha male of the tribe, and we all want to release our sexual tension.”

  “Why do we humans have to be this way? Why can’t we be strong enough not to give into addictions like sex, alcohol, drugs, and gambling? We know better, but we don’t do better.” I could feel Ed’s presence closing in on me, stopping about a foot away, the distance hard to gauge with my back turned.

  “Why do you think I like it here, Bjorn? Society’s rules can’t touch me here. I can be and do whatever and whoever I want.”

  I turned and faced him, looking him up and down. Whereas I had free growing hair on my body in the places it should be, he didn’t have any apart from his head and armpits. He stood before me as like a sculpture, chiselled to Greek God standards with muscles toned to die for. I was skinny with a protruding belly from heavy drinking and bad eating.

  “You too can be like this, Bjorn,” he took a step closer.

  We almost touched, my skin invaded with goose bumps as our eyes locked. “What is happening?

  “We’re doing what nature’s guiding us to do, to give into our primal instincts.”

  “This doesn’t mean I’m gay, does it?” I asked.

  “No, it doesn’t, but it does make you bisexual.” His face moved towards mine, and I readied myself for his mouth. The rough stubble surrounding his mouth touched my own, like two sheets of sandpaper rubbing each other as our lips locked. I expected a male mouth to feel rough inside, but as our tongues touched and danced, I only thought of us as being two people sharing a lust for each other, not of the same gender.

  His hand touched the side of my face, stopping for a few seconds before travelling higher to comb through my hair. He slid it along down the back of my neck to my back, pushing himself against me. Our groins touched, and I could feel the pressure of his cock growing hard and pressing into my pelvic region, my own doing the same back against him. I ran my hand along the side of his body, starting at his chest, nervously down to his hip.

  “Your body is so tight and smooth,” I said as I pulled away from his mouth.

  “Your cock feels so nice against me.”

  “I don’t know if I’m ready for this. I’ve always been about the pussy.”

  “And you still can be after this,” he said. His hand moved to my front, finding my cock and gripping his fingers around it. “I’ve never touched an uncut one before. It’s beautiful.”

  My own hand moved from his hip to his groin, cupping his waxed ball sack in one hand while my other made a desperate clutch for his stiff cock. I ran my hand up and down his length, much longer than my own.

  “We can just jack each other off. We don’t have to fuck,” he said.

  “I’m good with that.” I pressed my mouth against his again, our hands working in unison on each other’s rock-like excitement. His other hand moved to my arse, dividing the cheeks as his wet hand pushed along the crevice, and a finger found my opening.

  I had lost control. My knees began to feel weak as my body’s attention gathered in such a small region. My hand pumped him harder and quicker, my mind hoping he was at the same point I would be soon reaching.

  I couldn’t hold on any longer, his fist squeezing out my load, pulsating and hitting his stomach each time. I used a hand to steady myself against the shower wall, looking down to see his cock spraying me in return.

  He smiled and pulled away from me, “We need to shower.”

  “Um…yes...” I said between breaths. I looked away and grabbed a bar of soap to wash myself. My mind began to race about what I had just done and how I would be able to perform next time with a woman. Had I ruined everything I was in one heated moment? Or had I just discovered a world I never thought I would set foot in?

  “Bjorn, you have nothing to be ashamed of. I know you enjoyed it, as did I.”

  “I’m not gay.” I turned the shower off and grabbed my towel and clothes and ran out of the building to head for my room.

  ******

  I sat curled with my knees against my chest, thinking of my act with Ed. I couldn’t feel bad for what I had done, but I had no idea how it would impact my life. I didn’t turn up for training, and after three hours, someone finally came to check up on me.

  Someone knocked on my door. I ignored it, and a minute later, the knocking resumed. Could it be Ed trying to coax me to come out and join the others?

  “Bjorn, I know you’re in there,” Emily’s voice yelled.

  I tried to shut it out. She knocked again and called out.

  “Bjorn, you can’t stay in there forever. Please, let me in.”

  I looked up. “Leave me alone.”

  “Bjorn, please. You need to talk to me.”

  She was right. I couldn’t keep whatever feelings I had bottled up. “Coming,” I yelled.

  I spun my body, putting my feet to the floor and realising all I wore was the towel. I covered the few steps in a longer time than normal for such a short distance and let Emily in.

  “Bjorn, you’ve done nothing wrong.”

  “I’m not gay, Emily. But I enjoyed what I did with Ed and am not sure how to deal with it.”

  She was wearing just a sports top and a skirt. “Bjorn, you don’t have to deal with it. Why do you think you and Ed did what you did? It’s because we have instincts, and if we can just act on them rather than block our desires. We can be truly happy.”

  “Have you…?”

  “Yes, I’ve licked more pussy than ice-cream, and I’m a dessert addict. I love being with women, but I still love being with men.” She pulled her sports top over her head, exposing those perfect breasts of hers before unfastening her skirt.

  “Do you ever wear underwear?” I asked.

  “I did for a few years, but I don’t like the constriction. Drop the towel, Bjorn, and fuck me like you did last night.”

  I discarded the towel, feeling my groin stir at the sight of her fully exposed body. I smiled. Everything was still working, and Emily and I had our best sex together ever.

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sp; Chapter 4

  A few years had passed, many women had come through the compound in groups, and with each intake, only one could come through to become a fully-fledged Mantassassin. Ed and I were the only men there most of the time, apart from this one crazy man called Jack.

  Nakato remained my only unrealised objective to engage with intimately. It was like each day she subjected me to seeing her body in all of its glorious, natural state, only to keep me from getting inside. So when I heard Jack had managed to score with her, I knew she would stay out of my reach.

  So the night Jack went to extract Brittany from her date that turned into a bloodbath, his non-return didn’t concern me. What did piss me off was he shooting her.

  “I’m okay, Bjorn. It’s just a flesh wound. I was just lucky I managed to move out of his way,” she told me when I visited her at the compound’s infirmary the following night.

  “If I ever find him…”

  “Please don’t hate him for it. He never really belonged here. And look at me. I’ll be back at work in no time.”

  “Well, stay safe, baby girl. I have to go on assignment.” I kissed her on the forehead, and she waved me away.

  I checked the time. I only had a few minutes to meet my 7PM deadline at Helipad Four. Everything Nakato and I needed would be waiting for us in the helicopter.

  “Leaving without saying goodbye?” Ed stepped onto the path.

  “I wouldn’t dream of it,” I gave him a big kiss and squeezed his arse. I felt a weight off my shoulders when I accepted my existence as a bisexual.

  “When you get back, I’ll be away on a big mission. There’s a lot of preparation for this one, but the money will be huge.” His expression turned serious. “You be careful, Bjorn. I love you.”

  I grinned at him and nodded. The only person I ever expressed love for was my mother. Everyone else was about sex and or friendship.

  Nakato already took a seat in the back of the chopper, strapped in and waiting for our deployment. We nodded at each other. She wasn’t a woman of many words, so finding conversation was never an easy task with her. Even with the number of years we had been part of the organisation, we were still blindfolded for much of the trip, adding to the awkwardness of the silence between us.

  The task for the mission was for us to go in and take out a sugar cane farmer. His wife disgruntled with his womanising habits, she wanted him to pay the ultimate price. Nakato would be his newest temptation, and as usual, she would fuck him and kill him, and I would be in the next room ready to help her get back to the chopper and away again. We didn’t expect much in the way of security, but I would be concealing a pistol just in case.

  I hadn’t been involved in many killings, the first time I shot a man I found it didn’t freak me out anywhere near as much as I feared it would, but I still had trouble removing the imprint of the victim’s face from my mind. Every kill since then, however, had been a piece of cake.

  I nodded off to sleep during the chopper ride. The first night would be a quiet one, checking into our assigned hotel in Brasilia for the night before making our way to the extensive sugar cane farm, our assigned driver taking us there.

  “We are sharing a room tonight. You keep your hands to yourself, or we’ll have trouble,” Nakato said.

  “Why are you always busting my chops? I’ve never done anything but ask for sex, and every time you say no, I accept it and move on.”

  “Yeah, because some other girl is always willing to lie on their back and spread their legs for you. Tonight there won’t be another option for you but your hand.”

  She looked away from me. I couldn’t argue with her. I never went a night without sex unless I didn’t want any, which was rare. “So, why Jack? He has a head like an Easter Island statue, but you slept with him.”

  “He may not be pretty like you, but he knows how to treat a woman… outside of the bedroom as well as inside. Jack’s twice the man you are.”

  I clenched my fists. I couldn’t stand the mere mention of that traitor’s name, let alone being compared to him. I doubted I would ever see him again, but if I did, he wouldn’t be getting away.

  “You keep thinking he’s a traitor, but don’t you think if he wanted to kill Brittany, you would not have had that conversation with her today? He meant to injure her, not kill her.”

  “He left us. He didn’t even ask.”

  “You miss him. You are not happy that he let Ed have sex with him and wouldn’t touch you.”

  I tightened my fists again. “I would never fuck that guy. Ed is an exception to my ‘pussy only’ rule.”

  “The worst lie to tell is the one you tell yourself.”

  “You know, I think I like it much better when you don’t talk to me.” I closed my eyes again and allowed slumber to fully envelope me.

  ******

  I awoke as the chopper landed, and wondered how the hell we were given clearance to land in Brazil. But it wasn’t my concern.

  “You get a good sleep?” Nakato asked.

  “I must have slept for hours,” I said as I opened my eyes.

  “You haven’t worked it out yet, have you? You think you know where the Praying Mantassassin base is, but you have no idea. We’re just here to catch another flight. See that sign?” she pointed at the airfield.

  “New Mexico,” I said.

  “Yes, we have a plane to catch. We’ve barely started our journey.”

  Great, I would have to endure more time engaged in uncomfortable silence with Nakato. I hoped the plane was of a size enabling me enough space to sprawl out and not forced to sit right next to her.

  A man in a suit opened the chopper door for us and signalled for us to follow. The sun made its descent a fair time earlier, so the man’s guidance and lighting of the plane nearby helped us to get to our destination.

  “Welcome to New Mexico. Sorry your stay will be short,” the man said to us.

  “Can I ask who you are?” I asked.

  “You can call me Mr Gun. Piss me off and you’ll find out why.”

  I decided to quit with the questions at that point and just make my way quietly to the plane. I felt like another lengthy sleep and began to regret the assignment already. I would have to share a private plane with an African femme fatale, who didn’t like me, and a well-suited man who didn’t like questions.

  A short stack of stairs awaited us, and the three of us climbed to get inside the little plane. As I stepped inside, I decided I would buy a plane just like it one day. There were four sets of seats able to recline into bed type formations, a round table in the middle with an ice chest and bottled drinks inside, as well as shagpile carpet throughout.

  “Get comfortable, it’s going to be a long flight,” Mr Gun said.

  ******

  I don’t remember much of the flight. I drank the contents of a glass bottled rum and cola and fell asleep while watching the movie playing. Mr Gun tapped me on the shoulder a few minutes before our descent, so I sat upright and strapped myself in. My partner for the assignment looked like she hadn’t slept at all, which worried me.

  “Are you going to be okay?” I asked her.

  “Back when I was a girl, I was lucky to sleep four hours a day after getting food and water for my family. I was the oldest child, so I had the responsibility to take care of the younger brothers and sisters. These days, I get everything handed to me, so yes, I am going to be okay.”

  “There’s been a change in plans. You’ll be driven directly to the plantation where you will carry out your mission today. It seems the farmer’s daughter has decided to take an unplanned visit, so Bjorn, it will be your job to keep her… occupied. She’s a real daddy’s girl,” Mr Gun said.

  “He’s just a farmer. Why couldn’t someone just get sent in to shoot him in the head?” I asked.

  “The wife wants him to die doing the very thing he loves, cheating on her. You two are being paid big dollars for this, so just fucking do it. Anyway, I have to disappear. Your cab will be here soon.
Here’s a stash of local currency. If you need any more than this, then they’re ripping you off. And here’s the address. Read it and remember it.”

  “How do we get back?” Nakato asked.

  “A cab will arrive in six hours’ time to collect the two of you. Your names are Mariel Jones and Darrell Davids. Start using them now when you address each other.”

  He turned away and left, and just like I had viewed numerous times in the movies, he crossed the road and vanished from our view as soon as a bus drove past. The Brasilia airport’s traffic was crazy, and I wondered if there were any road laws in this country.

  We located the waiting area for cabs, and being the early hours of the morning, we had no trouble promptly getting into one. I relayed the required address to the taxi driver, who, in turn, informed us it would take half an hour to arrive at our destination. Nakato sat back and closed her eyes while I sifted through the bag of stuff we were supplied with for the mission.

  I had two pistols and a semi-automatic rifle to pack into a backpack. A fake lining served my purpose well to keep the weapons hidden from prying eyes. Outside the lining, the backpack was stacked with books on the American civil war, a topic much loved by the plantation owner who apparently thought himself an aficionado.

  I plucked one of the books from the pack. I briefly studied American history in high school and found the idea of a nation fighting itself a curious one. A near silent ride allowed me to indulge myself in some quiet reading, a passion I hadn’t taken part in much since leaving my home country.

  ******

  The driveway leading to the house served as a clearway between two halves of a sugar cane jungle, the sight of the towering tubular plants a hypnotic sea of green. A group of men waved the cab to a stop adjacent to a shed. None of them appeared to be armed, so the chance of a threat to us leaving on completion of the mission didn’t seem obvious.

  I handed over a pile of money to the cab driver, who agreed to meet us back at the same place in five and a half hours and was polite enough not to ask any questions. Nakato and I stepped out of the cab and surveyed our surroundings.