Post by Deceiver on Jun 7, 2021 0:35:22 GMT -5
Daybreak
the sludge carried over from last night, and it has left a lasting impression on my psyche. the first thought I have as I awaken is "oh boy, here we go again." my eyes open and I realize there is a weight on my arm and chest. I look down to find another nameless, perhaps faceless, broad and we are buck ass naked.
"fuck.." I mutter beneath the first breath I acknowledge taking.
I try to wiggle myself free from her smothering presence, to no avail.
"way to go D-Rock, another whore." The inner monologue persists, as I shake my head. "fuck it."
I pull my arm free with force, causing her to kinda stir. I don't move or make a peep, yet this woman wakes up. her eyes light up and a smile comes to her face.
"hey you." she says, bringing herself closer to me and clinging to my side.
"Uh.. hey you back?" I wonder if she understands it was a question instead of a definitive statement.
"I had a really good time with you last night Derrick." She gave me a little squeeze before she rolled over to her back, stretching her arms up and out.
l too rolled over, away from her. I reached over and grabbed a Newport out of the pack, along with a lighter. flick. flame. inhale. exhale. the cloud swirled out of my mouth and ascended up above us before disapating. ah, the finer things in life.
"yeah.. you gotta get the fuck out of here." I take another drag from my smoke.
she scoffs as she jerks herself up from the other side of the bed, her beautiful breast bouncing as she does. the bitch is already making me want to hold her face first down into the couch again. i shake the notion off of me.
"you're such an asshole!" she quips while putting her clothes back on. "what happened to the sweet man i met last night?"
"that was after i drank the bar baby girl. now, don't go away mad Tina, just go away." I slyly lay out for her to play out.
she was charging for the door before that last sentence pursped from my smokey lips. she stopped dead in her tracks. she slowly turned her head back towards me over her left shoulder. the look in her eyes were of a raging inferno of hatred.
"fuck.." it barely escapes from my lips before she is standing in front of me.
"MY NAME IS STACEY ASSHOLE!" she screams, saliva spatter on my face.
she reached way back and her five fingers smacked with force across my entire face, like a ricochet. she scoffed and turned with a middle finger raised up as she headed towards the door. and it was slammed behind her, and I have to admit, that ass was too fine.
"why don't bitches ever listen?" I say while shaking my head and falling back into the comfort of my bed.
Later That Night at CutUps Bar and Grill
"i am not going to drink tonight. just play a couple games of pool, see Cole, and bounce." I repeat over and over to myself as I entered through the backdoor to the bar.
24 minutes and 36 seconds later
'I said, certified freak
Seven days a week
Wet-ass pussy
Make that pull-out game weak, woo'
the bass was thumping while I had another female backing that thing right up and into my junk. had a bottle of Remy Martin tipped up, down the hatch. the time passed more as the alcohol left the bottle until there was nothing left. and everything slowly faded to black.
The Next Morning
aches are shooting through my shoulders, arms, and lower back as I am brought to wake by their constant and sharp pulses. I go to move both of my arms, but they are so asleep that I can not feel them. my hands have that tingling sensation, the hurtful kind. I looked over to my left hand, and it's chained up to a wall. the same as my other hand. what the hell has happened? I look down and see my feet dangling just as a beautiful tall brunette woman comes walking back into the room I am in. she turns on the lights and I am shocked by what I see. it was some sort of sex dungeon. I just sighed to myself.
"oohhh, so the very bad father is finally awake? you know it's naughty to be awake past your bedtime." she stepped forward, revealing her getup of chains and leather. in her hand is a cat of nine tails just hanging.
"what the fuck is that?" my voice shrieks out like a boy in puberty.
she came right up to me, her beautiful firm naked body pressed against mine. she tickled my dick with the cat of nine, and I didn't know how to react. I wanted out. and I wanted out now.
"...." I had nothing. what was the safe word again?
and before I know it, my chest is on fire as the cat of nine tails lashes my flesh. it brought tears to my eyes, but.. I'd be lying if I didn't say that I had liked it.
"you hit like a bitch." I snarkly respond.
"mmmm I do love me a brat." she said as she raises the Cat of Nine once more.
That Afternoon
the fresh marks on my skin were tender, but I couldn't let these guys or their mother know. I looked up into the car's rearview, making sure I didn't look too fucked and hung over. ah, I think I look alright. I flung the driver side door open, and almost as if on cue as my feet touch the ground, my children's front door swings open and three little pukes come pouring out screaming, "DADDY!"
Oh man, let me tell ya.. that warms my heart every single time.
I am greeted by the three of them and it ain't nothing to take up all three of them in my arms. I pull them in so tight and squeeze like I never want to let go.
"I missed you so much!" my daughter Lanie says as she now takes my left hand with her right.
my oldest son Preston takes my other hand while my youngest, Raidyn, somehow climbs his way up to where I am holding him with the arm that Lanie has the hand of. their mother and her fiance come out onto the porch to greet us, and we exchange pleasantries.
"wanna know what your son did today?" their mother says with a chuckle.
"which one?" I took a seat on a lawn chair.
"he had his first kiss! oh my God! isn't that soooo cute?" her excitement is in peak form.
I looked at Preston who looked back at me.
"She got a mom?" I said with a smirk.
"DERRICK!' Their mother blurts out as she playfully hits me on the arm while her fiance laughs.
"What? Boy can't wingman his Dad? I thought this was America?" I said as all the males outside are enjoying themselves.
she didn't think I was very funny.
"whatever." she rolled her eyes and changed the subject. "so what are you guys gonna do and how long are you keeping them?"
"well, I have a match tomorrow night for OPW, so I'm not going to be able to take them. if I can come and get them the next night that would be cool. I'll just owe you guys one and these guys know it's always the best time no matter when it takes place." I just laid it out there.
"I didn't know you were still wrestling. since when did you get back into that?" her tone changed to one I wasn't familiar with from her, at least not in years anyway.
"since the divorce."
awkward silence.
when I quit the last time, that was her final straw. I had become lazy and nowhere near the person I was supposed to be. so she left. and I never blamed her. would you blame her?
The Car Ride to the Airport
the scenery of trees and open fields of cows pass on each side and I am going down the state highway 13 towards Kansas City. and my mind goes back again to my opponent, Gator.
"Crocodile season is over, and your little reign of soft core terror that you and that bandied men and women you call a crew do. the fans deserve something better than to have to watch a no good scumbag like you on their screens or before their eyes. you may think you have some kind of advantage because you're big and scary. I think you are a fraud and need to be stopped from spreading your lies about how there is any chance in hell that you're something to be feared. you're nothing more than a sorry excuse for a human being and I am going to see to it that you see the error in your ways as I am beating the life out of you. this is combat, belly to back and your face into the mat. there is a new hope arriving to this company. daddy is home you guys. and the sooner you learn that, the better it will be for all of you. what? you just now found out that I'm the man? now I'm going out there to prove it. see you then bud."
I turn off 13, but into the parking lot of a bar that sits on the side of it.
shit.. I have a couple hours to kill.