Post by codeapathy on Jun 6, 2021 22:45:16 GMT -5
But the bruises down my back don't mean a damn thing
Cause I brought the God of War to his knees
With the back of my hand wiped his blood from my cheek
Xana - Goddess
++You can only outrun the debt you owe for so long. Eventually we all have to pay the piper. Some more than others. Seeing Johnny’s ultimate downfall was less surprising and more relief. That it finally happened. That after all his years of wriggling out of the grasp of justice and consequences, he finally had nowhere left to run. It seemed poetic that it was someone he viewed as an ally, that brought him down. Just as he had so many times before. Myself included. There was a part of me that had hoped I could be a part of ushering in his downfall but that would have meant selling myself out to work alongside Junior. I wonder whatever happened to him. Or his dad. It’s almost like the second Johnny kicked Blair to the curb, that whole soap opera just disappeared into thin air. How strange. First it was a major point in the battle for OPW and then, no pay off. How disappointing. I prefer to see things the whole way through. I digress. As I sat in the back of the limo, it was quiet. Eoin was sitting across from me, Scotch in hand, rubbing his left temple with his fingers. It was an awkward silence. I took a sip from my flute of champagne and fingered the bone talisman around my neck, contemplating. I sat up straighter, crossing my legs and casually fingering the plush velvet of the light pink thigh high boots, hugging the curve of my legs. The material of my faux leather leggings rustled as my ass shifted against the leather seat. The uncomfortable silence was becoming irritating, as I dangled the stem of the flute between my fingers, casually swishing the contents of the glass back and forth I raised my head, looking directly at Eoin++
Elizabeth: While the situation you have put me into is not welcome...it could hardly have been foreseen. Throughout life we meet people, befriend them, and then part like two ships in the night and you never really know what path in life that person will end up on. You hadn’t seen him since the orphanage. There was no way you could have known he would end up becoming a capitalist bootlicker. What truly matters is that you didn’t withhold this information from me. You came to me and told me. Now the question is, what to do, what to do?
Eoin: Isn’t this an area of expertise for you love? You said you did consulting work for the government once, right? You have to know people yeah? Have a few favors owed? I mean for fucks sakes Lizzy it’s you afterall. You’re like a fuckin’ magician with the shit you pull out of your arse. Just throw him off the scent or something, yeah?
Elizabeth: At the risk of better judgement Eoin, I think you and I had better have a very candid chat. Mind you, just because you came to me with this information doesn’t mean you are beyond reproach. Yes. I did consulting work for the government. After my first near career ending injury I freelanced my services to the CIA, FBI, ATF and certain private government sectors for niche advice. One of my biggest areas of knowledge was...terrorism. This business is not guaranteed. Any match we work could be our last. For every good match put on, there will always be an accident waiting to happen, a dangerous worker who botches and breaks a vertebrae. My degrees are legitimate. The knowledge I have in areas of terrorism, religious extremism amongst other things is very real. It also pays very well. The downside to it is that it can suck the soul out of you. These are things Jayson and I have talked about many nights when neither of us could sleep. He has trouble sleeping from his special op service overseas. He saw things he wished he could forget. I’m an insomniac with PTSD. Sleep is a luxury we can’t afford. The short way of saying this is, no I can’t just make this whole situation go away. I have some favors, but the people I deal with are unsavory and fickle. You don’t just call up with a “hi, how are you? Can you assassinate someone for me?”. There is a nuance to it. I need to get information. I need to get a better scope of how high this goes, the probability of individuals in the unit being easy to grease and play dirty. I need time.
++The limo seemed to slow down, most likely a stop light. I took the opportunity to set down my finished drink, uncrossed my legs and adjusted my sheer black blouse, unbuttoning the first few buttons. My pink satin cropped bustier top was tight, my breasts spilling over the tops of the cups. I moved from my side of the limo, to cozy up next to him, tucking my legs under my body as I slithered up beside him. His scent was intoxicating. Spicebomb. Viktor & Rolf. He had bought a new cologne just for me. He was still drinking his Irish whiskey when I leaned in and started kissing on his neck. His button up fit tight across his chest, the embroidered dragon and rose design complimented his fiery hair. As I sat kissing every sensitive spot on his neck, nipping the skin with my teeth, I rubbed my hand across his chest, beginning to undo his buttons++
Eoin: Mmm lass, feeling affectionate eh? By all means love, take what you want. You know I’d never refuse your advances.
++He pushed my hand away momentarily to finish undoing the buttons of his shirt as my lips moved forwards, to the top of the collar bones and then to his throat, dragging my piercing down the skin. The cold steel caused him to shudder. My nails gently traced a line down his bare chest. He shifted, stretching his arm out and wrapping it around to my back, massaging the nape of my neck as I continued applying my lips liberally to his chest, my head tilting and moving downwards as I placed small deliberate kisses down the middle of his chest, my nails scratching down to his navel and tracing circles around it. I casually brushed the back of my hand against his groin and could feel him. Throbbing and wanting. I took a break from mapping his chest with my lipstick and looked up, coyly++
Elizabeth: Help a lady out? Undo your belt for me, ma douce?
++He shifted his body again, slumping down in the seat and moving the arm that was around me, to his lap as he feverishly undid his belt, button and pulled down the zipper of his jeans. I leaned forward, snaking my nimble fingers into his boxers and slipping his dick free of its bondage. I could hear his anticipated breathing as I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and toyed with him a little. Stroking lightly and twisting my wrist around the head. Taunting him. My mouth was mere inches away and my hot breath tickled the head of his dick. His hips were pushing towards my mouth. He was begging and aching for it. I darted my eyes up to watch his face as I flicked my tongue against the very tip of his dick, then rolling it slowly across the entire width of the head and back again++
Eoin: Ohhh fuckin’ Christ….why you got to do me like this girl? It’s fuckin’ torture lass, just do it….please…..I fuckin’ need it now…..
++A light, evil chuckle escaped my lips as I saw the desperation in his green eyes. With one swift motion I popped his head into my mouth and started sucking, rubbing the spine of his cock with my thumb, coaxing him. My tongue twisted and swirled around his member. Using the tip of my tongue I started to massage that so sensitive spot underneath, where the shaft meets the head. His body jerked and he gasped as he felt the piercing press into the spot and move back and forth, wiggling. My hand had started stroking faster, my fingertips placed firmly against the spine, stroking the vein. I could feel his hand on the back of my head, pushing, quietly trying to coax me to take it all in. His breathing was labored, his fingers wrapping themselves up in my hair, tugging a little. He rested his head back, staring up at the ceiling of the limo just as I slid my hand down farther and slid the rest of his prick in my mouth. The second he felt my lips touch the base he grunted hard, his hips instinctively pushing up into my mouth. I felt him tug at my hair and figured I had toyed with him enough. As my head bobbed up and down, my tongue wrapping around the length of the shaft like a lollipop, my free hand delicately rubbed and massaged his swollen balls++
Eoin: That a girl. The fuckin’ mouth you got, Jesus Christ. I don’t know what I did to earn this but god damn it babe, you’re a fuckin’ goddess you are...just a little more lass, let me enjoy it just a little more….ah fuck.
++I started rubbing the ball in my tongue up and down the underside as my lips pursed and locked around the shaft, jerking his dick with my mouth. His grunting was becoming more prominent and his hips were thrusting in rhythm with the motion of my mouth. I could feel the grip of my head getting tighter, he was fighting the finish. I forced my head down just a bit deeper, pushing the head of his dick into my throat, popping it out and then forcing it back down again. His grip in my hair became even tighter. I could feel his balls beginning to swell and the pre-cum was streaming. I relaxed my jaw, pushed his dick even further down my throat and held it there as I lashed my tongue against the underside. Suddenly his hand cupped the back of my head, he let out a loud grunt and started panting, his breaths coming quicker and quicker++
Eoin: Ah...AH….Fuck...fuckfuckfuckfuck
++I could feel his load barreling up the shaft, it rippled as it passed my lips now locked firmly around the head of his dick. I knelt, happily moaning and swallowing every shot that hit the back of my throat and roof of my mouth. When he exhaled hard, and I felt his body loosen and slump, I popped my head off, licking him clean. As I sat up slowly, his head rested back again, panting a little++
Eoin: You have a little something….
++He leaned forward and licked some stray cum from my cheek and lower lip, then brushed his hand down the side of my face, satisfied and enamored. Just how I like them++
Elizabeth: You were forthcoming with some vital information that could not only jeopardize the cause, but myself. The least I could do to show my appreciation for your honesty was to let you jizz in my mouth. I mean, you remember how we first met, no? Do you ever think about that afternoon in the bathroom? I do. Quite often. I see our meeting as serendipitous. I’m not even upset about you drugging me, holding me hostage and raping me, not anymore. Thinking about it now, you weren’t the first man to do it and let me be unabashedly honest in saying, I’m totally comfortable with a little date rape between lovers. It keeps things interesting.
++The limo began to come to a slow stop. My destination. Eoin was fixing himself up, stuffing his junk back into his boxer briefs and zipping back up. I slid to the end of the seat and waited as the door opened. As I stepped out I turned and ducked my head back inside, cocking my head sideways and eyeing him up and down++
Elizabeth: Tell me something Eoin, did he offer you freedom? Witness protection?
++His face went white and just as he was about to respond I lifted my hand and halted him, smirking++
Elizabeth: I’ll keep that in mind, mo’ milis. Caleb??
++The door on the opposite side of the limo opened and Caleb Koresh slid in. The mammoth monster sat directly across from Eoin. Grinning that insidious grin of his++
Elizabeth: Caleb, Mr. O’Rourke has a flight he needs to catch for Ireland. He has some personal business there. See to it that he makes it to his destination on time and he boards the plane. I took the liberty of upgrading his ticket to first class, so he has priority boarding. Walk him right to the gate and stay until the plane takes off. Would you kindly do me this favor, Caleb?
Caleb: Absolutely.
++Caleb stared at Eoin with the type of look only a true Koresh could master. I smiled warmly and blew a kiss to Eoin++
Elizabeth: Oh, and Caleb? Do send my best to Alexander, tell him that I would like to meet with him and catch up. I do so miss my Gothic God…
++I casually stepped away from the door and let the driver close it. Eoin longed for freedom and a fresh start. It was his whole purpose for ever getting involved. I had no guarantee that if he were to be given that opportunity again, he wouldn’t take it. I dismissed the driver and sauntered into the unremarkable brick building, turning to look over my shoulder as the limo pulled away++
Studio Apartment. Atlanta.
++At least the show was local. I didn’t have to travel far this week. It was in my backyard. There was more business to deal with though. Always business. As I opened the door to the studio flat, I caught sight of him by a window, shirtless, staring out over the city skyline. I cleared my throat and Jayson turned around, beer in hand. His face lit up. I set my vintage Louis V aside on a side table by the door, I beckoned him to come to me. He smirked and made his way over, setting the beer down and slipping his arms around my waist++
Elizabeth: I told you I would come, no? After all you said this is very important Jayson. So? Shall we sit down? I’m eager to hear what you have to say dear…
Jayson: God you’re fucking beautiful. Absolutely fucking stunning. I’m sorry I just…
Elizabeth: Apologize? For being honest? For flattering me in such a surprising way? Why would you even apologize? No! Never apologize for honesty besides Jay, it is just the two of us here. We can be candid and intimate. Come…
++I took his hand in mine and led him towards a velvet couch, collapsing down and dragging him down beside me. I slid onto his lap and wrapped my arm around his neck, playing with his dirty blonde hair. His blue eyes traced every inch of my body. He reached up, undoing all the buttons to my sheer blouse. I giggled as he brushed his free hand across my mid-drift, desperate to feel my skin. I cleared my throat and continued running my fingers through his hair++
Elizabeth: So what was it that was so important that you had to see me? Besides having an excuse to have me all to yourself?
Jayson: I needed to see you. I had to. Lizzy, you and I have been working so closely together now for months.You were the one who opened my eyes about Scotty. You set me straight about my life choices and what throwing away The Cure would cost me, just to be with her. To live a lie. We have had so many deep, thought provoking discussions. You entertained my stories about the shit I did when I worked for the military. You..you are on a completely different level. Not just as a colleague but a woman. Your dedication to The Cure, the work you put in to make this idea a reality, it’s so fucking inspiring. I know you’re your own woman. No man could ever own you. But fuck...Liz...all this time spent together, working together to build up The Cure, no fuck it. I’m just going to say it. I’m falling in love with you. I’m absolutely enamored with you. Infatuated. I know you’re not in love with Eoin. He’s like a puppy dog that follows you around begging for a scrap, anything. I’m not that kind of man. I’m not a bitch. He’s a bitch.
Elizabeth: You know my policy on mixing business with pleasure. Eoin is a different situation. It’s just fucking. He’s a dick to play with when I’m bored or need release. His brother is just a little whelp I like to dominate and punish from time to time. What you are asking of me though is...no. We can’t Jay. Even if I wanted too….
++I looked away and my shoulders slumped. He reached up turning my head towards him,, staring up at me with those beautiful crystal blue eyes and pleaded++
Jayson: Nobody else has to know! We’ve kept things quiet so far. Do you think Eoin even slightly suspects he’s been sharing you with me? That when you turn him down it’s because of me? Of course not! He’s DUMB! He only hopped on board with The Cure to get your attention, to appease you and all he gets out of it is meaningless sex. I mean what the fuck has he even done for the cause? NOTHING! He has accomplished not a single iota of a fucking thing since he came back! Tell me you don’t feel anything? Look me in my face and tell me you feel nothing for me?
Elizabeth: I...can’t. Because I’d be lying but we can’t...we’d be risking everything and after all the work you did? All that effort you put in, for me? You were an intricate part of releasing Scotty from this mortal coil. No…
Jayson: Is it that...or are you afraid? What could I ever possibly do to prove to you that I would do anything for you? You’re my goddess...anything you ask, if it would prove my intentions are true...I would do it for you….
++I took a deep breath and slid off his lap, turning my back to him. I hung my head for a second, rubbing the back of my neck, thinking and mulling it over. Then it dawned on me. A true test of his loyalty. I turned around and clasped my hands together, looking solemn and sure++
Elizabeth: You were at the top of your class when it came to snipers. I’ve watched your skills. We have a loose end in the saga of Scotty. His wife. And kids. She has to go. They have to go. I know what you are capable of Jayson. I know you can make it look like a murder/suicide. A grief stricken woman, the kids that remind her of her dead husband? If I give you the intel, would you? Would you kill Scotty’s wife and kids, for me? For The Cure? For the cause?
++Silence. That moment of truth. Either he was a man or a sheep. He sat quietly on the couch, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees, his hands pressed together and tapping against his forehead. I knew he was capable of it. He told me as much. I knew the atrocities he committed overseas. The families he eradicated. It was part of the reason he got out of the special ops sector. He started to become numb to it. Dehumanized. He started to...enjoy his work. After a few more minutes of stoic silence, he tilted his head up and exhaled++
Jayson: Yes. No questions asked. I could leave tonight if you wish it. Whatever your orders I am at your service.
Elizabeth: They are currently in Australia. It won’t be a quick job. You will need to go deep. When the deed is done and I have confirmation, come back to me and WE...will usher in a new age together. You and I. Is this satisfactory?
Jayson: Absolutely. I just have one request that I hope you will consider. Stay the night? Here? With me? You don’t even need to sleep with me just, be with me. Can we just ignore that we’re colleagues tonight? Forget about The Cure just tonight?
Elizabeth: I am asking you to do something heinous but ultimately necessary so it is only fair that I also am willing to make concessions. I’ll stay. We can order out, talk, just vibe with each other and whatever happens...happens. For all you have done for me, I owe you this much.
Jayson: Also no take out. I want to cook for you. Hah! Bet you didn’t know I could cook. You chill here and I’mma go grab some stuff for the store, come back here and cook you dinner. Just leave it all to me. Deal?
Elizabeth: You’re right, I never imagined you as a cook. I’m a little excited now. Sure. Go on and head out and do your thing. I’ll just cue up some music and relax. Roll a few blunts and unwind. That sounds nice actually. Downtime.
++He stood up and grabbed his shirt from the back of the couch sliding it over his head. He reached over with those brawny arms and grabbed me pulling me to him to steal a kiss. I rolled my eyes and giggled again. I nodded my head towards the door and watched as he put on his sneakers and slipped out the door. As soon as the door shut I knew I had to get to business. I grabbed my iPad out of my bag and plopped down on the couch. I thumbed through the apps firing up Instagram and reapplied my bloodwine colored lippy before going live. Devin Stone. Time to reintroduce myself++
“Devin fuckin’ Stone. Is that really you? You ancient son of a bitch. So here you are, in OPW, looking to fire up the magic again huh? You remember me don’t you Devin? We go way back don’t we? I even worked for you at one time. Those were the days huh? I see you picked up a few new tricks over the past few years. Like name dropping people who don’t even work for the fucking company. You think Jesse Styles remembers who the fuck you are? You think a guy like Hunter Valentyne remembers you fucking exist? You always did think you were better and more iconic than you ever truly were.”
“NWW? You sit there and bring up NWW? I hate to tell you Devin but ain’t nobody here who even knows who the fuck you are let alone what NWW was. Shit I don’t even fucking remember NWW and I think ya’ll cut me a paycheck at one time. You know what’s fucking sad Devin? The past is all you fucking have. It’s the only thing you got. You are perpetually stuck there because you have had the same shitty GTA Los Santo biker schtick since I fucking met you. I mean I don’t even know how you managed to fucking find your way here without your old friend Dravaka holding your fucking leash, leading you to the water. I see you got a bitch now, good for you. She has enough fucking makeup on that she gives Tammy Faye Baker a run for her fucking money. I know drag queens that wears less layers of color than she does. Jesus Christ. But I mean that’s you Devin. Tacky as all fuck. I bet you met her in a biker bar, while she was dancing to “Trashy Women” or “Baby Likes To Rock It”, drunk off her fucking ass on bud light, dancing like a brain dead Jessica Simpson in the video for Dukes of Hazzard.”
“Truth be told she’s just your type. Cheap, bland and I can tell just from looking at her that a dead rotting corpse has more intelligence. Then again we both know you ain’t keeping her around for the lively conversation. Just the pretty mouth. Not that you would know a fucking thing about lively conversation because every fucking promo you have ever done, that I have ever seen has been about as entertaining and engaging as a nature documentary on termites. When I saw you had been signed on to work here, I was hopeful that maybe you had gotten new material, maybe spiced things up a bit but no. I was asking too much.”
“So how is this going to go Devin? You going to shoot your shit about me, talk about the old days, how I owe you something? You going to call me a bitch? A whore? You going to use your big boy words and try and intimidate me with your so called god tier trash talking? I’m waiting for the bland, flavorless conversation with your painted clown girlfriend about some shit I said or did six years ago that has no weight or bearing on this match. I’m dying of anticipation to see what names you drop to give you some clout. I’m BEGGING you to go all “old school” Devin Stone on me, which is really no different than the shit you do now but you are your own biggest mark and really think you have been relevant anytime in the past 8 years.”
“Can you even go anymore Devin? I know your dick stopped working years ago, probably got a pace maker in there, you got any gas left in the tank Devin or is this just you going down memory lane, hoping someone might remember who you are, your shitty company or that you’re about as bad ass and intimidating as a build a bear? You hokey ass gimmicky mother fucker. Look at you, still parading around like some hot shit Hells Angel, mother fucker you probably can’t even ride a god damn bike without training wheels. Sit your decrepit, washed up, has been old ass down. Bet all those tattoos are peel and sticks from the gumball machine at Walmart.”
“You weren’t shit then and you aren’t shit now. You’re a curtain jerking jobber who believed his own hype. What you going to come at me with huh? That I used to bang Hunter? That I used to fuck around with PT Merciless? There is absolutely nothing you have in the chamber that you can come at me with that will stagger me. History or no. How am I going to take a man seriously that’s still whining like a bitch over mean things someone said years ago? That’s the nature of this business. Not everybody will like you. They will say mean shit to get under your skin. Warriors? Real bad asses? They get over that shit. Move on. Own it. You? You sit there crying into your fucking miller light like some pussy ass clown.”
“I’ll make it simple. Show up. Try and make it through the match without having a fucking stroke. If your party city wearing cutie gets involved, I’m gonna fuck up her face more than God already has. Maybe, if I’m lucky, I’ll whip your ass into the new century and you can get on the same page with the rest of us. All else fails? I’ll jog a few laps around the ring, after about five fucking steps you’ll be out of breath and have to lay down. Easy W.”
“I should get double pay for this match. Having to carry your mediocre ass. See you in the ring you fucking hack. Oh and by the way, hometown advantage. Don’t come at me cross or I will bury you in front of my own people, just for my own fucking amusement.”