GrUeberfest 2005: Sweet Talker (556 hits)
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Submitted by The Caes (View user info) at 2005-10-21 00:28:12 EDT
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Rick hunched over his coffee. It was thin and bitter, like any coffee you'd find in a run-down diner at 2 am. It was fine -- it suited his mood. Diane had thrown him out. Again. Something about stumbling home half in the bag at all hours of the morning, and what kind of example was he setting for his kids...though SHE was the one that screeched loud enough to wake them up. They tottered out of their rooms, sniffling and trembling and looking around with unsure eyes. Goddamn little rats.
Ahh, the kids were all right enough. Not their fault their mom kept using them against him. Not their fault they're little shit factories, snot blowers...Chrissakes, it's like they're little black holes and all they suck in is money. He worked hard to keep the roof above their heads, square meals on the plate, and when he wants to blow off some steam at the end of the week, he's gotta catch shit for that, too? What a mess.
What a goddamn mess.
The coffee was bringing him around, washing some of the haze out from behind his eyes. Rick blinked and looked around Maggie's Diner. He saw his reflection stare back at him. He was sitting in front of a spotty mirror that was mounted on the wall behind the counter. He'd never been here before, but he'd driven past it plenty of times. It looked just like the rest of this town; beat up and beat down. The vinyl on the stools was ripped, one of the windows was cracked, and the "O" in the "Open" sign kept going out. But at least the counter was clean, and the food smelled pretty good.
A couple was eating in a booth. Both ladies. They both had shy eyes, but it was easy enough to tell that they were more interested in each other than in their eggs and ham. One of them had real short hair, cut like a man's. The other one was done up like she was at a punk rock show, heavy eyeliner, spikes through her leather jacket. Rick supposed they were dykes. That was okay. Not many people in this town thought so, but dykes were MORE than okay in Rick's book.
The woman behind the counter - Rick thought it might be Maggie, but then happened to read her nametag while stealing a glance at her boobs - looked tired, and a little worn out. But not so worn out that he wouldn't like a go at her. Sherry, her nametag said. She was talking to a guy with a mesh trucker's hat. That must be his rig outside. He looked like a regular. The way they talked to each other reminded Rick of how he and the missus talk after they had a fight. A little ashamed, a little angry. He wondered idly if they had been fucking or fighting.
"Here ya go, darlin'." Sherry slid Rick's plate to him. He nodded his thanks.
The bell rang from the door behind him. Rick looked over his shoulder to see who just came in. It wasn't anyone he recognized, thank God. It was a taller man, thin features. He was wearing black jeans with the knees well-worn in, pantlegs tucked over silver-tipped cowboy boots. He wore a scuffed up leather jacket over a white-dress shirt. His straw Stetson was angled down so the brim covered his eyes. Rick saw a slick-looking goatee on his chin and patchy hair sprouting from his cheeks. In the end, nothing special.
However, instead of sitting at the counter, the stranger pulled up a chair and sat down at the end of the dyke table. He started up a friendly conversation in no time flat. Obviously he knows them, Rick figured, and returned to his meal.
He was half done his burger and fries, and the warmth of the coffee had melted most of the bleariness away. The room only took a half second to catch up to him when he moved his head too fast. Rick figured he'd go for a walk and then head home. The heat should be plenty died down by the time he got back. He was just pushing his plate away when a shriek split through the tentative calm in his head.
Rick turned to look, and saw one of the lesbians holding her wrist, face contorted in agony. The hand that wrist attached to had a fork sticking out of it - Rick could see the prongs coming out of her palm. The stranger had taken a step back, looking shocked. The woman's girlfriend, the punk one, stood sobbing on her seat with mascara chasing the tears down her cheeks. She held a steak knife in her other hand.
"You said you loved me," she wailed, free hand clutching her breast. "I know you love me, YOU TOLD ME SO!!" Without waiting for a response, she dove off the seat and tackled her lover to the ground. Still sobbing, she stabbed down at the butch, cutting gashes into her forearms as she tried to protect her face.
Rick and the trucker each grabbed an arm and hauled her away. She was crying and wailing like a mother who just lost her kids. She didn't fight, but just sagged in their arms, holding herself around her belly, shaking with sobs.
"Jesus," Rick said. "What the fuck."
The trucker and the stranger moved to help the wounded girl, but to their surprise, she shoved them away like they were the ones that stabbed her. "Fuck off! All of you, fuck off and leave me alone!" She ran out of the diner and didn't look back.
Rick looked down at the punker. "What the hell was that all about?" She didn't answer.
"It's all right," the stranger said, cutting in smoothly. "She's my friend, I got 'er." He knelt down beside her and stroked her hair. "It's all right, Chrissy. It's okay, it'll all be fine in the mornin', you'll see."
Rick and the trucker exchanged puzzled glances. After a few minutes of soothing, the stranger helped the girl to her feet. He dusted her off and wiped the tears with his thumb. It came away black with makeup. "You head on home now, hear?" She nodded weakly. "She'll be waitin' for ya." Then he leaned in close and said something they couldn't hear. Open mouthed, Chrissy nodded again and walked out of the diner, straight as an arrow.
"Whoooo. Somethin' crazy, huh fellas?" The stranger said as he sat down on a barstool.
"Shouldn't we call the cops?" Sherry asked.
"Cops?" The stranger looked surprised. "Nahh. Chrissy and Jo will be fine, just fine. They got a real love-hate thing goin' on, see? Jo prob'ly wouldn't even press charges. No, it's best we don't get involved."
Fine by Rick. He had already been too involved in their lives tonight, far as he was concerned. He returned to his seat to settle his nerves. He fished around his pockets and set a ten on the counter as he finished his coffee.
To his surprise, the stranger sat down next to him.
"How's the grub?"
"It's all right."
"Good, good stuff. My name's Dax. Pleased to meetcha."
"Sure. Rick." He absently shook Dax's hand.
"Crazy business, with those two broads, hey? Ahh, it always is with them two. So what are you doin' here, in the wee hours? Ain't' you got somewhere to go?"
Sure he did, but Rick wasn't about to start chatting up some weirdo about it.
"Yeah, I do. I was about to go home, actually." What the hell? Why did Rick say that?
"Aww, don't go yet, partner." He slapped a long-fingered hand on Rick's shoulder, seemingly oblivious to his unfriendly mood. "Stay a while."
Rick looked in the stranger's eyes, shadowed by the brim of his hat. Dax was grinning at him like he was his best friend. The arm he threw around his shoulders gave Rick the impression of a snake, slithering across his back.
"No offense, uh...Dax. But I ought to be heading home."
."Oh, c'mon. Night's still young, and I'm guessing you're the type that likes to enjoy it, am I right?"
"...Yeah, but - "
"Then it's settled! Sherry! Another coffee for my friend Rickshaw here."
Rick started. "What did you call me?"
"Rickshaw. S'yer name, isn't it?"
"No, it's what my friends call me."
"Well, I know that!" Dax grinned generously. "That's what you and I are, aren't we? Friends? We call you that on account of that trip we took to the big city, where you stole that rickshaw. I tell ya, runnin' away from the cops, pullin' that thing down the street...those were good times, Rickshaw."
A cold feeling writhed around in Rick's guts, and it had nothing to do with the alcohol or bad coffee. "Man, I've never seen you in my life. You're not my friend."
"Sure I am." The stranger smiled warmly. "You're Dax, and I'm Rick. We're great friends."
Rick blinked. "No, you're Dax, and I'm Rick."
"Exactly, I'm Rick, and you're Dax. You know, Diane was really on my ass tonight about the kids, AGAIN. I tell you. You work hard to put food on the table so those shit and snot factories have a good shot at it, and the second you try to have some time for yourself, suddenly you're a bad father. I mean I really love those little rats. And then she has to turn it into a mess. A goddamn mess. Don't you think?"
"Yes - no. I mean - stop talking like you're me. How do you know that stuff?" Rick felt drunk again. Didn't he already say this today?
"I am you, buddy. I always have been. Remember when we first met Diane? She was aych-oh-tee HOT, and that's no lie. Tits up to here, it was beautiful."
"I've never met - I mean, you've never met Diane. You're Dax. I don't know, I don't know you." Rick stuttered.
"I know you're Dax, Rick. How could I not know myself? All I have to do is look in the mirror. Go on."
The stranger motioned to the mirror behind the counter. Rick followed his gesture, and his eyes immediately landed on Dax's reflection. He blinked, and looked for himself, but he wasn't - there he was. His reflection was across from Dax. He was Dax's reflection, and Dax's was his. No, that can't be right. He looked to where Dax was sitting and saw himself staring back at him. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, it was Dax again, but two serpents had grown out of his shoulders. In the mirror, there was no Dax, only Rick. He looked back at Dax...
"It's okay, Rickshaw," Dax said, patting Rick on the shoulder. His eyes had gone wide, transfixed by something in the mirror that only he could see. "You just relax here a spell, all right?" Rick nodded slowly. A little drool dribbled from his lips.
"What - what did you do to him?" Sherry asked.
"Me? Nothin'. We were just talkin'." Dax smiled.
"Bullshit." The trucker said, standing up. "You better get outta here mister. You're not welcome here anymore."
"You don't want me to leave, Jim." The stranger's smile curled around his thin jaw, candied and seductive. "You want to sit down and talk with me, don't you?"
Jim sat down. His face was passive, but his eyes danced in their sockets. Sherry stood motionless behind the counter, mimicking his expression.
"That's what I thought. Tell me friends, y'ever heard of the saying, 'In vino veritas?'"
They both shook their heads.
"Heh, I don't suppose you have. It means that there's truth in wine. Latin. Rickshaw here drank a lotta truth tonight, and I ain't got no use for it right now. So's I had ta work around it. You two though - " he regarded them with dark eyes. " - you two are fine the way you are. Sherry."
"Yes?" She answered.
"You and Jimbo here have been fuckin'." It was not a question. "He breezes into town on his big rig, parks it in ya, and then breezes out. You miss him when he's gone?"
"Yes."
"You want to make him jealous, don't'cha?" His words slithered into her ears, sweet like dripping honey.
"...yes."
"Then come on over. Rick'll be happy to help you with that. Just what he needs to keep his mind off his troubles."
Sherry walked to the other side of the counter. She tried to resist at first, but her legs didn't listen to her. She felt the familiar stirring in her chest. Her breath quickened, her pupils dilated. She started thinking about sex. Her crotch began to tingle and moisten. Without realizing it, she was cupping her own breast and rubbing her hand between her legs. A shudder traveled up her spine. She needed it in her. The stranger was right. She needed to be fucked right here, in front of Jim. She turned her back to Rick and hiked up her skirt so she could pull down her panties.
Rick stood up and began unzipping his pants. "Don't make me do this. Please."
"I ain't makin' you do anythin', Rickshaw." Dax smiled. "That's your very own hard-on you got there. This is what you want. Ain't this what you wanted when you stumbled home tonight? You need some sweet pussy. You deserve it, all the hard work you do." He smiled like a predator.
"This is what you miss when you ain't here, sugar." Sherry said as Rick slid inside her. She moaned. Rick pumped himself against her and began to cry.
Dax looked at Jim. His fists were clenched and he was biting his lip. "You don't like that, do ya Jimbo?"
"No. Of course I fuckin' don't." Blood trickled down his chin.
"It hurts. I bet it hurts more inside than anythin' that could hurt you from the outside. Or...or does it?" Dax scratched the patchy beard on his cheek. "I bet you can drown the pain out, Jim."
Dax took a knife from behind the counter. He slid it across to Jim.
"Trust me Jim." He said with sad, empathetic eyes. "You'll be glad for it. A couple of little pricks and you won't even be able to see them any - "
Before Dax finished his sentence, Jim grabbed the knife and plunged it into his eye. Screaming, he yanked it out and plunged it into the other one. Blood and jelly leaked down his cheeks. He fell to his hands and knees and writhed in pain.
"There now, isn't that better?" Dax patted him on the shoulder.
"Yes," Jim admitted with a wail. He felt around for his leg. He began kissing the stranger's boot. "Thank you," he sobbed. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, child. It was my pleasure. But wait - " he was quiet for a moment. The only sounds were moaning and grunting. "You hear that?"
Jim jammed the knife into his ear, over and over. Thankfully, after the fourth stab he managed to pierce something deep in his skull, and he fell over dead, an anguished smile frozen on his face.
"'Fraid your man is dead, honey," Dax reported in a heavy tone. "My condolences."
"Nooooooo!!" Sherry fell to Jim's side, leaving Rick pumping air for a moment. "Ohhh Gawwwwd..." The rest of her words were lost between shudders and blubbering.
Dax squatted down next to her. "You know what did this, Sherry." His tone was gentle, so gentle. It covered her like a warm blanket. "It was you that did it. It's because of your desires. He went crazy with jealousy. It's because of that." He pointed at her crotch, bruised and wet with sex. "You ain't never gonna be happy unless you can control it." Dax tugged the knife out of Jim's ear. "Here. This will help."
Sniffling, she took the knife in her hand. She nodded resolutely. She knew what she had to do. She was bad and she knew what made her bad, the stranger helped her see it. "I can cut it out?" She asked hopefully.
"Oh honey, I guarantee it. You can cut it right out and it'll never own you again, I promise. You trust me, don't you baby?"
Sherry smiled. "I'm going to make it all better," she sniffed. Sherry took the knife in both hands and drove it in between her legs. It hurt, good Lord it hurt, but she was cutting out the bad parts, she was cutting herself free. Again she stabbed herself, and again, and again, until the pain was too much and she passed out, laying in the blood that pooled from her ruined sex.
"You were beautiful," Dax said, and kissed her softly on the cheek.
Rick stood in terrified silence. The stranger tipped his cowboy hat up so he could look at him.
"Oh God. Sweet God. LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE!!"
"I told you before Rickshaw, it ain't me. It's you that wants to do it. I'm just supplyin' the motivation."
"How are you doing this?" Tears welled up in his eyes again.
"It ain't so hard, actually. Truth is, you can talk a man into doin' just about anythin', long as you know the right thing to say." Dax looked at the clock. "Shit, that the time? I'd best be goin'. Sorry buddy, maybe we'll finish some other day. Say hi to your old lady for me."
Dax turned on his heel and walked to the door, straightening his hat. Just before he reached the exit, he turned back.
"Oh, by the way, why don't you take care of that?" Dax pointed at Rick's erection. "After all, you never got off proper. Maybe you should. Don't worry, I don't think Sherry'll mind." He winked at him, and turned the neon sign off.
"Please don't." Rick whispered. But he was alone, his only company the fading ring of the bell set above the door.
Rick found himself kneeling in front of Sherry and spreading her legs open. The cooling blood soaked into his jeans. The metallic smell was overwhelming. Despite himself, he sighed when his cock pushed into her ravaged pussy. It felt warm and squishy. Blood dripped out as he thrust in and out of her. In an eternity that ended too quickly, he climaxed inside of her. He gasped through the tears. His semen floated like syrup on the spreading pool of blood.
Rick moved away from the abomination he had committed. He slipped on the blood, desperately clawing at the floor to get himself away. His dick was slathered in her blood, staining the hairs on his balls. The weight of what he had done fell on him, too monstrous to comprehend.
"Oh God." Rick threw up in the corner. He puked until the only thing that came up were wet, choking noises. Snot and tears mixed with the vomit on his lips. It was too much, too much. Shrieking in terror, Rick threw himself out the door and ran into the empty night, screaming himself hoarse.
The night swallowed him, and he was lost.
User Reviews
Submitted by nrduncan (user info) at 2005-10-28 13:18:04 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2005-10-21 00:54:37 EDT (#)
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Bullshit!! Nothing needs to be changed. Caes, I predict you will
win any competition you enter. Only one or two on Uber can begin
to compare. . . .
Submitted by Snuffleupagus (user info) at 2005-10-21 00:48:41 EDT (#)
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(The night swallowed him/And he was lost) part needs to be changed.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-21 00:43:01 EDT (#)
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I'm re posting this without the picture, just in case it makes people scroll.
I can't stand reading long stories where I have to scroll.
Submitted by stardamage (user info) at 2005-10-21 00:41:01 EDT (#)
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GOD DAMN YOU CAES WHY THE FUCK DID YOU HAVE TO POST THIS RIGHT AFTER MINE YOU ASSHOLE JERKFACE GOOD WRITER PERSON
We're in a fight now.
*turns cold shoulder*
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-21 00:29:23 EDT (#)
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WTF huge picture?? I resized that sumbitch.