House of Sin: Part One (5 page)

“Motorcycles.” My eyes stayed on Leah.

“So you like bikes,” Leah said as if this was uninteresting and out of context.

“Old bikes. I spend a lot of time in my garage listening to the radio, messing around with old rusty bikes.”

“Sometimes he fixes bikes that weren’t broken.” Brad’s speech was getting more slurred.

Leah’s leg and foot rested comfortably against mine. The driver partisan lowered and the driver called out “One five one Burgoyne Rd” and the car came to a stop.

Brad threw open the door a slid out. “Good night ladies” he kissed Louise’s hand in a drunken dance and closed the door. Away we went, the three of us.

Here is a piece of information that may surprise you: I don’t really care for threesomes, I have been involved in my fair share and enjoyed myself but there is something less erotic about it. When it’s just two you feel like you’re involved in a secret and only the two of you are in on it. Three, it’s like you’re at a dinner party and there are manners and etiquette to consider. Besides, I know far too well that fantasies are almost always best left as fantasies. If you absolutely must try something new, if that fantasy keeps making its way to the surface in your mind, well, that is what Madeline is for.

“So what is Madeline’s all about?” Louise questioned as if she was reading my mind.

“What do you mean?” I had an innocent tone.

“I have been there a few times, dressed up and danced around the cage, but that is the first time I have been upstairs. I’ve always wondered what happened upstairs.” Louise held Leah’s hand with both of hers and continued to speak, “All those doors upstairs, what’s going on behind them?”

Leah was staring at me, clearly thinking about that woman’s scream.

“Five seven five Wildwood,” the driver called.

Louise forgot the question and opened the door. “Come on, Leah, you’re staying with me tonight.”

I looked at Leah challenging this suggestion. Reluctantly, she slid across the bench and put a leg out the door.

“The sun will be up soon Jack, it’s been a wild night, I need to sleep,” she admitted.

She was right, I was in a spell, I was obsessing over fucking her and it was hard to let her go but it was time to be a gentlemen. I sat on the edge of the seat and kissed her softly.

“Phone number please,” I requested. I can’t recall the last time I asked that.

Leah was contemplating something, looking down and biting her lip. “There is a farmers market on the east side every Sunday, if you want to see me ask for the cherries.”

My head tilted like a confused puppy, Leah laughed at my bewilderment.

“Good night Jack.” She stood out of the car and the two girls giggled over something I missed.

Louise gave her farewell. “Thanks Jack, that was fun, don’t wait a year before you guys play again.”

I was looking at them from the open window in the car, half hanging out, amused by Louise and lusting after Leah. “Cherries?” I questioned, visibly thinking like it was a riddle that was to be solved.

The girls giggled and walked away.

“Bye Jack,” Louise called back

Leah turned and smiled.

I smiled back and fell into the seat. “Time to go home, George.”

The car pulled away and I drifted, thinking of my cottage. I always think of my little cottage when I am about to fall asleep. I drifted away with a smile.

“The sun is shining and life is good. You are in for a beautiful Saturday Bonneville, enjoy it!”

“What the fuck?”

My eyes opened and I was knocking things over on my bedside table trying to stop the obnoxious DJ’s enthusiastic voice from my clock radio. Bad Company were well into the first verse of “Moving On” before I was able to stop it. I couldn’t remember how I made it here from the car. This was not my favorite part, in fact I hated it, being hung over is something I was usually good at avoiding.

I made my way to the kitchen and poured a glass of water and finished it, then took my time with the second. I was standing there in my boxers and a tee-shirt and contemplated last night’s events, gazing out the window letting it all come back, I could see the skyline of Bonneville in the distance. I was thinking about her, Leah. You
know
when you’re thinking about someone first thing in the morning that they really got under your skin. I was snapping into it, fatigue was fading but a headache remained. The back of my neck was sore from thrashing around during my performance at the Metropolis.

A knock at the door sounded like a broken snare drum. The aluminum screen door needed to be replaced – this old place had a few fixers that I have been procrastinating taking care of and that door was high on the list.

“Hi Jack, sorry to bother you.”

I opened the door to see Marjorie, my annoying neighbor who I suspected was constantly watching my place and was the overprotective mother of three strange children.

“Hello Marjorie.” I squinted at the sunlight.

“Jack, I just wanted to make sure everything was OK. I saw a black car in your driveway in the middle of the night, and there was some banging around. I am president of the neighborhood watch as you know. Since you are a member I thought I would check in.” She motioned to the neighborhood watch sticker on my shitty aluminum door that she put there.

“Right.” I didn’t want to be dealing with Marjorie at this moment. I suspected she was bored and lonely, so I tried to be nice enough. “Everything is fine here Marjorie, no need to worry.”

We exchanged a few pleasantries and off she went. I lived in Pender, it’s almost suburbia. The houses are far apart and it is treed enough that there is a decent amount of privacy. My house was a beautiful heritage home that I have updated slowly over the years. I was in university when I bought it, though it was only because of inheritance from my grandfather I was able to afford it. Before that I was in Bonneville, partying hard and getting into trouble. We toured with the band often enough so university took longer than it should have. I wasn’t in a rush to finish, I enjoyed the balance. I enjoyed university, I was learning about myself, learning why I treated sex like a drug and how to deal with that.

This house though, I
loved
this house. Something I had learned early on is once you disrespect your home it changes, it feels different from then on. Once you have a wild party, or do hard drugs, or simply neglect it there is no bringing it back. The walls of a home hold in memories that can’t be washed away and will not let you forget. I never had a party here, I rarely brought home a woman. My home was my sanctuary and I felt lucky to have it.

My reviving process had begun; coffee was brewing and I had the shower running. I looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. It was strange how being thirty-three my face had signs of both youth and signs of age. I tried to keep a five oclock shadow but sometimes I shaved. My eyes looked tired from the night before, I think the color of my eyes changed sometimes too, if you look at them close they have many colors, green, blue, yellow, and brown. My dark brown hair is going all directions, long strands fall over my face and I push them back. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought about how fast time will pass me by. If you look for them you can see grey in my mess of hair, how long before they take over? I imagined sharing my life with someone, with Leah. The thought made me laugh to myself.

For my whole life it has been a battle between us, my cock and I, for most of my life my cock controlled me completely, pussy was like heroin to me and often still is. I learned to feel it coming, sometimes I can keep it at bay, but at a certain point there is no going back. My mind turns dark, it is like I will die if I don’t shoot cum inside a warm pussy, or mouth. Thankfully I have learned to read people quite well. I can find others in a crowd who are like me, in some ways everyone is. I have found that even the most boring of people have a time in their life where they are controlled by their sex drive. You can feel it off them, I feel it off of Leah. Sometimes it is fun to try to seduce a women who is not like me, but I rarely do, they are timid and scare easy, who has the time.

With a few exceptions, It is amazing how early on in an interaction you can just pull your hard cock out of your pants. Most of the time they look terrified for a moment, then the terror melts away into something else, they put it in their mouth almost every time. There are the few that fall to their knees the second they see it and shove it there mouth like they have been waiting there whole lives for this moment. My cock is big, not novelty big, but it’s thick and powerful, when it is hard I feel like it is a weapon. I have been told it is perfect for sucking.

My shower is larger than some rooms, it was the first reno project I attempted. There were multiple shower heads, and the tile work was impressive. The water was hot and the steam brought out the smell of the cedar ceiling. Sometimes I think the best part of life is just standing in a hot shower. I made the water hotter as I got used to it. I looked down at my penis and thought about Leah, I imagined her feminine fingers wrapped around it.

The image of her bent over when she took the shot that won the pool game was burnt in my brain. Water fell from my nose and chin, I looked down and watched my cock rise. I wondered if she has ever taken it up the ass, maybe I could be the first. I held my growing cock in my hand. I let this idea swim around my brain while I washed up. I kept thinking about her, with a handful of soap I washed my cock, now totally hard. I was in a daze, half washing half playing. This is all a part of the process, of starting the day and getting rid of this hangover. I let my mind go where it wanted, Leah dominated my thoughts, Louise for a moment, Marjorie made a cameo telling me I was filthy man, briefly I simply thought about myself in the present time fucking my hand in the shower. I stepped out of the water so it was just hitting my back, one hand above my head on a railing and the other stroking my cock. The water flattened all the dark air on my body. Images of Leah filled my head, bent over, smiling, sitting in the car, eating cherries, sucking my balls while I jerked off. I stopped channel surfing in my mind and stayed with the thought of Leah on her knees licking my balls here and now in this steamy shower. Looking up at me pouting, “Are you going to cum for me baby” She said in a soft caring voice and returned to licking my balls while I jerked my cock off hard causing my balls to bounce around, the flat of her tongue hugged them perfectly, gliding her tongue up she looked at me with submissive eyes. I tensed my muscles and came. The first few shots of cum stretched across her face, the next wave left cum half in her mouth and half on her cheek “Mmm, did I do a good job for you” Leah asked while pushing the cum on her cheek into her mouth. My vivid imagination flickered back to reality and I saw my reflection in the glass shower door with my hard cock in my hand. I was pleased with how I looked because I have been hitting the gym. Did I pay the electric bill? I thought to myself, the mind wonders, the coffee must be ready. I shut off the shower and headed downstairs.

I work an hour in the opposite direction of Bonneville in a town called Texada. A medium sized town on the water. It is always daytime in Texada, and always night time in Bonneville, and here in Pender is where I hide.

The coffee I am pouring is almost the last step of the reviving process. The smell of fresh coffee and morning air filled me with life. From my chair I could see Bonneville, there is always a haze above it. It was rare that I would go to the city during the day, but I knew I had to today. I left my bike there and I needed to get money from Frank. Frank was the owner of the Metropolis, he had a habit of not paying and sometimes needed to be reminded. I didn’t foresee any problems but I would bring my blade just in-case, he ran with a dangerous crowd and it’s hard to say what you’re getting into with Frank. The three of us in the band didn’t really need the money, we barely considered it, making sure Frank paid was a matter of principle.

The next hours would be spent doing very little but drinking coffee, being comfortable, and getting dressed. Saturday mornings should not be rushed.

The sun burnt off the morning mist and was high in the sky, I was recharged. I called a taxi and put on my black leather boots.

On the ride into town I got a message from Heather, “Lunch?”

My relationship with Heather is hard to explain, she has been in my life consistently for the better part of a decade. She has a habit of building me up then cutting me down, she would give me a flood of compliments and tell me what I need to hear, then rip me apart the moment I seemed vulnerable. I am not sure if she is a good person, even after all these years. She challenges me, but rarely in a good way. Over the years we would have little periods of time where we would have sex, we basically would hate fuck each other. It usually resulted in not speaking to each other for months after the fact. Over the last decade this routine has been fairly consistent. We would be friends of sorts, she would be all head fucky, and I would be distant. We would fuck and things would get weird. As complex as our relationship is Heather really does look out for me.

We hadn’t had sex in a long time. When did have are little encounters, it usually involved me tit fucking her. In fact, that is what I did to Heather almost every time. She was built for it perfectly, sometimes I used lube but spit can be better. I loved squeezing her between my legs and tucking my cock between her big soft tits. She was perfect for this, I would glide my big dick between her breasts and hang on to the headboard. In a way it is all very impersonal, she would squeeze them together and guide my dick so I wouldn’t fly out and talk dirty to me. “Am I your dirty little tit fuck girl?” she would say.

It was rare to hear from her like this, even with all the underlining animosity she was a friend, and I thought maybe something was up. She had a little apartment that wasn’t far from where I was going. I messaged her in response, “The Treehouse, see you in an hour” it was a little lunch spot that I liked.

I gave the Cabbie 40 dollars and told him to keep the change. Bonneville on a sunny Saturday, I am more familiar with the city at night, and maybe more comfortable. I stood in front of the Metropolis, it was a beautiful theater that had a rich history. On the walls there were advertisements for upcoming events, A BareskinRug poster was still there, a white background with a black image of a bear skin on it. I found it looked more like an inkblot.

I walked through the doors and into the lobby, when the door closed behind me it hummed with silence. Hundreds of competing smells sat in the still air. It was mostly dark, daylight fought to come in from the main entrance windows but was quickly overwhelmed by the darkness of the theater. This was not a place for natural light. To get to Frank’s office I had to walk into the main hall, and then behind the stage. I knew banging on the back door would be pointless and this was the best way.

Being in that theater alone sent chills up my spine. Some of the best experiences of my life were here. The room looked like it was sleeping and I walked quietly as to not wake it up.

“You’re crazy to leave your bike in that alley overnight” The voice echoed around and I pivoted to find the source.

Behind me, looking up I could see Frank was sitting in the balcony behind me. He was leaning on the railing with his arms folded, cigarette in hand. The hair he had left was grey and combed to the side, his voice was harsh from a million cigarettes. He had a tick where he was constantly scratching his wrinkled forehead. I felt I was disturbing something.

“Franky, here with all your friends” I asked

He stood up and walked down the steps, ”I guess you want money” his voice filled the room even though he was out of site for a moment.

“Sold out show” I responded

Frank stopped a few rows from where I stood and smoked his cigarette deliberating something, then motioned me to follow, ash from his cigarette fell to the floor as he waved his hand

“Come on, we will settle up”

I followed him to his office, and he handed me a fistful of cash. His age was showing and I was left feeling sympathetic for him. He was a wheeler and a dealer, it was always business with Frank. He sat back in his chair and lit a cigarette off of the nearly burnt out one he just finished. “So there is a festival over in Galliano next month, big names will bring some big crowds. I can get you guys a good slot on the big stage” He looked up for my response.

“Are you our acting agent now? How much will you get if we do?” I asked him with a knowing smile. It is a strange game I play with Frank. I enjoyed haggling with him. What he did not know is that I have a cottage over in Galliano, I was planning on spending at least a month of the summer there and the thought of a festival gig to break it up sounded like fun.

“Maybe I should be your agent, someone has to step up to the plate, you guys would never play a show if I didn’t take care of you”