Abnormal Lives (15 page)

A
month had passed. Simone and Stefan had started their jobs at the bank. Stefan excelled at his job. He never forgot to greet a customer and he was always polite, no matter how rude the customers were. He did nothing but work the entire time that he was there. He hardly ever took his fifteen-minute breaks; if he did, he took them to meet a customer outside that he was trying to get on board as one of his clients.

Simone hated working at the bank. Her shift couldn't go by fast enough for her. She hated the snotty-ass customers who came to her station acting like she owed them something other than the money they were withdrawing from their accounts. She hated the way that her supervisor pranced her hefty ass back and forth past her station, watching her every move. Most of all, Simone hated the Saturday mornings she had to spend there, looking in the customers' faces. She spent most of her time at work exchanging text messages with Wayne. When their messages became erotic, she put the closed sign in front of her station and went to the restroom where she would position herself on the floor in the stall and fondle herself while she snapped pictures with her phone. She'd send the pictures to Wayne and wait for him to send one back. Simone had been written up twice for her behavior. She didn't give a shit. As soon as her manager walked away, Simone tore up her disciplinary slip and threw it in
the trash. She hoped the next time that her supervisor decided to write her up, she'd rethink it and fire her instead. She didn't want to quit. Stefan would be pissed and she would never be able to live it down. So she hung in there. In her mind, she had bigger plans.

Everything seemed to be going well between her and Wayne. Based on what she'd learned from her Internet search and their conversations, he had more than enough money to take care of the both of them. So if things went her way, there wouldn't be a need to lag behind Stefan to work, so-called planning for her future. Nor would there be a need to sex every clean-cut paycheck that crossed her path. Hell, the thought of it made her lazy. She went from servicing two clients a day to three clients a week and sometimes she would cancel. Instead of sitting at the kitchen table sketching designs when she got some downtime, she was sitting in front of the television talking to Wayne on the phone and that's if she wasn't somewhere laid up with him or sitting between his legs sipping Dom Perignon.

Simone was in love with the thought of being Wayne's lady. She would sit around and muse about sitting ringside at one of his fights. She could see herself on his arm after his fights as the reporters rushed him for his comments and the cameras zoomed in on them. She could picture everybody in town sitting at home watching in awe, and Danny eating his heart out, wishing he could trade places with Wayne. As far as she was concerned, Wayne was the best thing she had going for her. He was her future and she wasn't about to put him on hold for anyone or anything; not Stefan, a client, her sketches, and damn sure not her job.

Simone lay back in her seat with her arms resting above her head. She hummed the song that played on the radio while Stefan
sat behind the wheel. The two were on their way to Ashland, Virginia, to meet Chris, a new client they'd met at work the week before, and his friend, Marvin.

Stefan was proud of all the new clients that he'd met at the bank.

Simone wasn't the least bit enthused; especially when it came to Chris. They had met with Chris the week before and the man was weird. He had a sly smile like a pedophile and his eyes appeared empty like his body wasn't occupied. He had some of the craziest requests Simone had ever heard.

Chris wanted her to penetrate him with a vibrator while he penetrated Stefan. Simone didn't get it. Stefan was the one with the dick; why couldn't he penetrate Chris while Chris penetrated her? The whole experience rubbed her the wrong way. Not to mention that being in Chris's presence made her stomach turn. Simone expressed her feelings about Chris to Stefan and told him that she wanted to cross Chris off of their list of clients.

Stefan assured her that there was nothing to worry about; that nothing was wrong with Chris. He told her that she was paranoid and lazy. She wasn't used to playing the back, that was his position, and now that she realized how demanding it was, she didn't want any parts of it. She accepted Stefan's judgment and decided to ignore the gut-wrenching feeling that she felt whenever she got a mental image of Chris's face. She ignored the little voice in her head that whispered to her at every stoplight, telling her to admit to Stefan that she wanted out; to turn the car around and take her the fuck home.

Stefan grinned as he listened to Simone humming the song playing on the radio. “Damn, that nigga got you humming love songs. He must have some bumbiggiddy.”

Simone giggled. “He sure does; he be tearing it up, from the front, from the back, and in the rear.”

“Damn,” Stefan said, snapping his friends. “I should've made that nigga mine.”

Simone looked at Stefan and rolled her eyes. “Please, he wouldn't have your ass.”

“That's what you think.”

“That's what I know. He doesn't go that route.”

“Shit, he went there with you.”

“That's different.”

“How is it different?”

“'Cause, I'm a woman, duh.”

Stefan laughed. “Let me tell you something, if a man will fuck a girl in her ass, he'll fuck a boy in his ass, and that's real.”

Simone huffed. “Whatever.”

“You can say what you want. It might take a little more persuasion to get him there, but he'll go,” Stefan said. “Don't ever underestimate what a man will do to get his dick down; especially if he thinks no one's looking.”

Simone looked at Stefan and rolled her eyes. “You always got to find some way to rain on my parade.”

“It ain't about raining on your parade,” Stefan said. “I'm telling you some real shit.”

Simone shook her head. “Naw, you're only saying that 'cause you wish it could go down like that.”

Stefan burst out into laughter. “I don't have to wish. Give me an hour alone with him and I'll prove it.”

“Naw, why don't you give me thirty minutes alone with Eugene and watch how fly he gets on your ass after I throw this pussy on him,” Simone said.

“Not happening,” Stefan said. “Eugene is strictly about the dick.”

“Yeah, that's what you think,” Simone said, rolling her eyes. “That's probably what he's been doing those six days out the week you ain't with him, getting some pussy.”

“Shit, he might be.”

“Ain't no might in it,” Simone said. “He's fucking something.”

“You know what, he might be. The difference between your naïve little ass and me is that I can accept the truth, move on with my life, and become wiser because of it,” Stefan said. “Unlike you, who lives in a fantasy world and believes nothing is going to happen that you don't want to happen; then, when it does, you walk around like the sky is falling and all the forces in the universe are against you.”

Simone sucked her teeth. “Oh, wow, I wish that I was as wise as you.”

Simone's heart raced as they pulled into Chris's driveway. His house sat in the back of a wooded area about an acre away from his four neighbors.

Simone got out of the car and followed Stefan to the door. She was careful not to step in the animal feces spread across the walkway. She surveyed the yard, noticing that several cats hid under the two junk cars in the yard. “I'm gonna need him to get rid of some of these damn animals.”

Stefan placed his index finger in front of his lips. “Shh, what's all the hostility for? I thought we talked about this.”

“The man is a fucking weirdo and you can't deny it. Don't stand here and tell me you don't feel uncomfortable being around this muthafucka.”

“I don't,” Stefan said. “Even if I did, I came here to get some paper and then I'm out; I'm not spending the night with his ass.”

“Well, I don't want to spend five minutes with him. Then he invited a friend, too. Who knows what that muthafucka—”

Chris opened the door and then turned around and headed
toward his bedroom, not giving Simone or Stefan a second look. Simone and Stefan gave each other a puzzled glance, and then followed Chris.

The bedroom floor was covered with balled-up clothes, empty cigarette cartons, and paper plates with who knew what encrusted on them. Simone and Stefan kicked their way through the clutter and took seats in the two chairs sitting across from the bed.

Chris's friend, Marvin, lay in the center of the two disheveled king-sized beds that Chris had pulled together to increase the size of his playground, under a red satin sheet.

“Damn. He don't do nothing but eat, sleep, and fuck up in here,” Simone mumbled.

Stefan looked at Simone with disapproval in his eyes. “Shh.”

“Ladies, this is Marvin. Marvin, these are the two freaks that I was telling you about,” Chris said.

Simone sneered. “Freaks.”

Stefan snapped his fingers. “That's right; we aim to please.”

“We'll see about that,” Chris said.

Marvin shook Stefan's hand. “It's nice to meet you.”

“Same here,” Stefan said.

Simone turned up her nose, disgusted by the thought of having to fondle or be fondled by Chris or Marvin.

“Well, being that you both did such a good job the other night; I mean, Simone here literally blew my brains out,” Chris said. “I thought we could put on a little show for the two of you and then you both can join in.”

“Sounds fun,” Stefan said.

Simone nodded her head in agreement.

Chris walked over to the vanity on the left side of the room and fumbled with the towels and clutter that lay on it. “Let's get started,” Chris said as he made his way back over to the bed.

Marvin rose up on his knees and unfastened Chris's pants. Chris kissed Marvin, sliding his tongue in his mouth.

“Want me to turn off the lights?” Stefan asked.

“No thanks; I like the lights on. That way when I look back on it, I'll have a clear picture,” Chris answered.

Marvin freed Chris's dick from his pants and slid his tongue around the tip before sliding it completely inside his mouth. Chris slapped Marvin's backside as he came close to reaching his climax.

“Stop,” Chris said, freeing his dick from between Marvin's lips. “I don't want to cum yet; I'm saving that for our guests. Now turn around.”

Marvin turned around and Chris bent over, balancing himself by placing his hands on the edge of the bed. Chris shoved his head between Marvin's hips and lapped him like he was a dog in heat.

Stefan sat on the edge of his chair, grinning from ear to ear with delight. Simone slouched down in her chair and kept her eyes on the floor, shaking her head, totally disgusted.

“Come on,” Stefan said, nudging Simone. “Perk up and get with it. How often do you get to see a live flick? I don't know about you; I've been in a few but I've never seen one.”

Of course he's enjoying this freak show. It's what he's into
, Simone thought.

The sight of two men rompering with each other in that manner made Simone sick to her stomach. She sat there counting the number of empty cigarette cartons on the floor, occasionally peeking up to see if they had put an end to their show.

“You ready for the dick?” Chris asked.

“Ooooh, give it here, Daddy,” Marvin whimpered.

“You two ready to join us?” Chris asked, opening up the drawer to the nightstand and handing Simone his vibrator.

Simone and Stefan joined Chris and Marvin on the bed and waited for Chris to dictate their actions.

“This is how we're going to do this,” Chris announced. “Stefan, you take Marvin's back, I'll take the front, and Mona, you handle my rear.”

They got into their positions. Marvin knelt down on the edge of the bed; Stefan placed his hands on Marvin's waist and began to plunge him. Chris lay across the bed on his stomach, performing oral sex on Marvin. Simone straddled Chris, inserted the vibrator in his anus, and stroked it lightly.