Cei (2) (582 hits)
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Submitted by Jack McCallum (View user info) at 2005-04-01 17:46:53 EST
Cei - 2 - OBLIGATORY GETTING NAKED IN FRONT OF A FULL LENGTH MIRROR SCENE
Cei had just come out of a long, hot shower. The muscles of her arms still ached, after having swung a baseball bat at the back of a man's head with enough force to dislodge his eyeballs.
It had been three days since the incident in the warehouse. Cei and the twins had hitched a couple of rides and made it as far as Barstow. Now she had to try and track down her distant cousin. All she really knew was that he was a cop in San Bernardino County and that his last name was Johnson.
There were a lot of cities and towns in the county, and a glance at the phone book showed a lot of Johnsons.
Tomorrow Cei would try calling the Sherrif's Office to see if there was an older black cop named Johnson on the force.
One small bath towel with the texture of burlap was on her head like a turban. She was using another to pat herself dry. The damn things were so small that she couldn't wrap one around herself, and she wasn't very big. She opened the bathroom door, just a bit, and listened.
Tiny twinned snores reached her ears, a muted buzzing like a pair of bees trapped in a bottle. She closed the door again, and saw her face reflected in the full-length mirror on the back of the door.
Stepping back, Cei set down the towel and looked at herself. In the romance novels she used to read a lifetime ago, killing time in the Laundromat or on the bus to school, the heroines were always white, and no matter what kind of situation they got themselves into they always found time to get naked in front of a mirror and admire flowing unfettered tresses, sleek but firm thighs, alabaster necks, or heaving, pink-tipped breasts.
"I'm sure not one of those over-fed white girls," she murmured, "Lusting after some misunderstood millionaire playboy with a ponytail, tits bigger than mine, and not enough brains to button up his billowing silk shirt."
Clarita Emoto Iverson was the second of child of Charlie Hopp Iverson, an African American, and Adoracion Katsuyoshi Emoto, the half Hispanic, half Japanese woman he had fallen in love with on Christmas Eve in 1976.
Charlie had died after a heart attack a decade later. He had been screaming at the bleary face of Ronald Reagan on the family TV and had suddenly crushed his can of PBR as he slumped out of his easy chair onto the floor.
Cei remembered her older sister Sophia laughing and poking at Charlie with one finger, both of the young girls thinking it was all a game.
By making a conscious effort Cei rarely thought of the days after her dad was laid to rest, and the bleak horror of the funeral itself. Charlie had been a good, hard-working man, but he fucked up by never getting an insurance policy. Her mother had to find work for the first time in years, and with their income drastically reduced Adoracion, Sophia and Clarita had had to move into low-income housing.
Cei never thought of the projects either, or the way the other kids treated her. Her memories seemed to stop just before her father's death and pick up again the day her mother passed away. Cei remembered sitting by her mom's bed, holding a dry, thin hand, Adoracion's lined face still beautiful even as a ravaging cancer ate up her insides. Adoracion had learned from Charlie's mistake.
Cei had used the little insurance money that came to her after her mom died, to go to college and rent a cheap studio apartment not far from the projects.
Sophia stayed behind, having started seeing a handsome young man who was operating the local neighborhood youth resource center. Sophia had no idea that Lincoln Goodcock was dealing even then, and actually using the local kids as runners.
Cei hadn't known either, but she had taken an instantaneous dislike to Lincoln the first time she met him. The fact that he grabbed her ass the moment Sophia stepped out of the room didn't help the situation.
Cei's life had changed radically when her father had died. It had changed again when her mom had died. The third and greatest change of her life was the one that had brought her to this run-down motel. With all she'd been through, it was a wonder she didn't look older, more haggard.
In the projects Sophia had gotten an easier ride, because she looked so much like her father.
Cei had a harder time. When she was eight she once came home from school and said to Adoracion, 'Momma, what's a 'yella niggah?'"
To read Cei's origins or her age in her face was impossible. Her features were mostly black, but mingled with so many other subtle racial traits that she often thought she looked as if she had been born at the crossroads of the world.
She had her dad's broad white smile and full lips and cleft chin, and her mom's smaller, narrower nose. Her eyes were large and wide-set and dark, with a hint of an epicanthic fold. Her skin was the color of rich caramel, the color of a cup of strong tea. Black and white and yellow in a mix of which Cei was proud. She had the dark luster of her mother's hair in a crazy mixture of waves and ringlets, the influence of her dad's tight curls.
Though her skin was still smooth. Cei was always looking for wrinkles. There were no wrinkles, but when she smiled she displayed dimples just like her mom. She also had a small chin cleft, like her father had.
For all that she resembled her father, Sophia did not have the chin cleft, and it had made Cei feel special.
When she was a little girl Charlie told her how his ancestors first came to America as slaves, and that generations of Iversons had always looked down when being addressed by white men, studying their shoes or the dirt underfoot.
One day, according to her dad, God had whispered to Charlie, "All men are your equal, and you will hold their eyes with your own."
Charlie said he'd been more afraid than ever to look up when a strong finger propped up his head until he was staring straight ahead. There was nothing before him, but God's finger had left its imprint in Charlie's chin as a constant reminder that he was every man's equal.
Cei knew the story was just a story, but when she saw her cleft chin in the mirror she remembered her father's rumbling voice telling her that she too was equal to every man.
Cei's reflection moved as she willed it, and she realized she wouldn't have a chance in hell of ever starring in one of those novels. Her feet were okay, small, with no corns or anything like that. And her face was more than fine, if the gaping mouths of countless men of every color were anything to judge by. The body between heels and head was harder to judge.
She turned away from the mirror and looked over her shoulder. Her legs were nicely shaped and looked good in hose. When bare, the toned muscles in her thighs were much more evident. Her back was smooth and straight, and only when she was tense did the musculature of her back and shoulders leap into relief.
Her waist, in her opinion, was like her eyes, a part of her that had to be Asian. How she could maintain that trim twenty-two inches with all the fast food she ate was a mystery. The smallness of her waist seemed even more pronounced in contrast to the wide hips and firm, eye-catching bubble-butt that had to have come from her dad's side of the family.
Turning slowly to face the mirror she watched her ass wax and wane like the moon, and she smiled, thinking of the men and boys who had gone to great lengths to get close to what were simply lumps of muscle and fat.
She didn't have the flat stomach she wished she could have. Her belly had a gentle curve that blended well into the lines of her hips and thighs. Her pubic hair was scant, and always looked freshly trimmed.
Cei was grateful for that, even if she wasn't about to strut across the nearest beach wearing one of those obscenely fashionable thongs. Her sister Sophia had hit puberty two years before her, and Cei had been jealous of the way Sophia's breasts had seemed to explode out of her body overnight, but she hadn't envied the girl's pubes, which seemed to be an out-of-control growth.
Studying the way her torso narrowed toward her slender waist and flaring hips, Cei was positive her upper body could actually use a little more muscle or fat. She knew her neck was too scrawny, and she could see her ribs below her breasts.
"Hmm," she murmured with a frown.
Although she'd never sensed the slightest hint of disappointment whenever she'd gotten naked with a man, Cei had always wished her breasts were just a bit larger than they were. Not the she'd ever consider surgery. She cupped one breast in each hand and lifted it. One former lover had described her nipples as his favorite candy. They were the same color as the rest of her with a hint of pink, and they jutted alarmingly whenever she was aroused or cold.
"I'm sure not one of those white girls," she said again, pulling the towel off her head and shaking her hair out until it was a lush, dark mane framing her face with thick curls which fell halfway down her back. "Got the hair, though."
Cei sighed, lowered the toilet lid and sat down. Then she began weaving her hair into the two tight, rope-like braids. She hoped she could get a few hours sleep before morning.
*
Two miles away, Lincoln Goodcock was entering a gray basement apartment and embracing an old friend.
After Cei had fled the warehouse, Lincoln had gotten Big Dog together. They had dragged Will Walls out to their ride, and gone back into town, Big Dog puking out of the car window twice after getting a good look at Will and seeing the man's eyes lolling about on the ends of white sinews. They dumped Will in the ER of the Colorado River Medical Center in Needles, figuring that was the last time they'd ever see him what with his caved-in head, and then crossed the border and got treatment at the emergency room in Havasu Regional.
Lincoln got what remained of his lip stitched up, and was given a referral to a plastic surgeon, which he promptly threw away. Big Dog's eye had been destroyed, the ruined organ removed. His eye socket was packed and bandaged, and he was offered a number of therapies before Lincoln dragged him back out to the car, stopping at the pharmacy to fill scrips for antibiotics.
When Big Dog asked why they weren't going to hang and get proper follow-up care, Lincoln replied, "We don't have the time. We don't have a motherfucking medical plan either."
Lincoln wanted Cei. He wanted his babies back, and he wanted the bitch dead.
He was taking a chance that Cei had gone to Barstow. Seeing the abandoned car on the side of the road again he figured she had hitched a ride, and if that happened she most likely moved on down interstate 40 to Barstow. She'd be looking for a hidey-hole, and any trucker traveling the interstate would likely take her right past a lot of cheap motels.
Lincoln had done some time in his youth. One of the brothers he got to know inside was out in California now, building a business around the three C's, cars, crack and cooze. Lincoln had helped Lenny James avoid an ass-pounding from a massive white boy with a swastika tattooed on his cock, and Lenny owed him.
In truth, Lenny owing him was just a bonus. Lincoln had gotten pleasure enough simply wrapping a few bars of soap in a towel and pounding away at the big man's face until his perfect white Aryan teeth were knocked out of their sockets and his nose was a flattened bleeding mess.
Lincoln needed a few extra eyes looking for Cei, and he needed some firepower. He hadn't risked carrying any guns across state lines, but now he could use a couple of throwaway pieces.
It had been years since Lincoln had been off the crack pipe for this long, and although he was jonesing for that bubbling bliss, he felt as sharp as a razor, and he wanted to stay that way.
As he and Lenny sat down and shared a couple of Steel Reserve 40's, Lincoln knew it was only a matter of time before he tracked the bitch down and gave her what was coming to her.
And as far as he was concerned, that involved fucking Cei and choking her to death at the same time, so the last thing she ever felt in this life was him shooting his load. That would be a beautiful thing.
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Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2005-08-03 12:21:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Supreme Overlord damage control...
Submitted by Supreme_Overlord (user info) at 2005-07-21 22:30:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
shite
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-04-12 12:42:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by mbstateside (user info) at 2005-04-11 17:41:30 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
More good stuff. I really like this.
Submitted by transhuman (user info) at 2005-04-06 00:54:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
You are fantastic.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-04-01 23:54:03 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Damn, this is some of your best work. Your descriptions are really eloquent, really efficient -- they get the point across without bogging the reader down in excessive verbiage. And you're really nailing the characters, so far. It's very hardcore and unapologetic, which is awesome.
* sigh * I feel the same way Stardamage and Adam do.
Submitted by BobLobla (user info) at 2005-04-01 23:53:45 EST (#)
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Well, thats it, why should I even bother to post anything ever again?
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-04-01 23:44:54 EST (#)
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http://www.ubersite.com/m/63145
You've created a monster, you bastard.
Now to read your post.
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2005-04-01 23:29:00 EST (#)
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Adam... the amazing thing about ubermadness is that you and I could go up against each other, the people here who hate my guts (and there are a few) could recognize my style and vote against me, and I could be toast in the first round.
Submitted by stardamage (user info) at 2005-04-01 22:45:14 EST (#)
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STOP THIS NOW.
Between you and the other great writers here I'll never post again, ever.
This was awesome. Fuck. Fuck you.
Oh man.
Submitted by Adamdidit2u (user info) at 2005-04-01 21:28:33 EST (#)
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I fucking despise you.
Because I'll be able to participate (maybe) in the next UberMadness, but thanks to people like you I'll get eliminated in the first round.
Submitted by Bayley (user info) at 2005-04-01 20:55:55 EST (#)
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"she often thought she looked as if she had been born at the crossroads of the world."
Submitted by tlozoot (user info) at 2005-04-01 19:47:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Woot.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2005-04-01 18:29:59 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
I'm hoping this gets better - in all honesty, I would rated the first episode of this story a '0', but I kept my comments to myself.
Submitted by screamfeeder (user info) at 2005-04-01 18:17:43 EST (#)
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Submitted by ruthless (user info) at 2005-04-01 18:12:41 EST (#)
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I am appalled and enthralled at the same time.
Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2005-04-01 18:07:42 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
yeah! more! This did seem a little light after the first one, but in a good way. Kind of a breather before the intensity cranks back up. Good use of internal monologue to develop Cai's character.
Submitted by Judoka (user info) at 2005-04-01 17:59:12 EST (#)
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Submitted by Dannie (user info) at 2005-04-01 17:57:36 EST (#)
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