.. From a Dream..

.. and now for something completely different... a noir tale of loss.... oh, and sex...

...it was raining... the kind of rain that muddies and darkens and doesn't clean a damned thing... the only thing it washes is more filth into the street.. a perfect night for the thugs and lowlifes to ply their trades...a perfect night to forget this city - riddled with lies and scum - and crawl inside a bottle of Scotch..

... Sam sat alone in his office.. the glow of the brass lamp cast long shadows across the wall.. and the booze was coming through just fine...

... Sam had been in this business since he was born... at least, that is what it felt like... the grime and dirt of a thousand cases seem caked on the walls, the furniture, the carpet, and his soul... no one could live like this without a little help, and the Scotch never failed.... he lit a fresh camel, and looked down at the Zippo in his hand... it was there just as it had been every day for the past 7 years.. the engraved words..

Tarawa, Siapan, Iwo
We did it, Brother!
Rocco

... he sat the lighter onto the desk, and loosened his Colt from the leather harness... and the weight felt comfortable in his hand.. he lifted a cloth from his desk drawer, and began to clean the weapon.... One fine souvenir... that piece had led him through quite a few scrapes... nothing says "back the fuck off" like a .45.... from the sands of Iwo Jima to the dark alleys of 42nd Street, Sam had survived... and the way things looked, this blued hunk of metal might be needed again... soon...

... in the dim light, it seemed like an eternity since anything had made sense... taking this case had been the wrong thing to do... he knew it then, and still he had not been able to say no... I mean, how do you tell a friend no?... but now it is only getting worse... a favor to a friend is a noble thing for sure... but this was turning into more than he had bargained for... definitely....and what about the dame?... this was a train wreck waiting to happen....but then again, dames always are..

... Sam's thoughts were disturbed by staccato heels on hardwood... who in the Hell is in my building this late at night?... without thinking, he slipped the magazine home and chambered a round... the hammer was back as the noise stopped outside his door...a shadowy figure through the misted glass...

... at the sound of the knock, he knew who was there... and it did not make him happy... the soft taps on the door were met with the bark of Sam's voice... the door swung open, and the hallway light framed her body.... the overcoat glowed as she stepped into his office... without even looking at Sam, in two strides, she was across the room... her face pressed to the window, searching the street below... the rain was really coming down now, and she had to make sure no one had followed her...

... she was incredible.. divine.. a moving violation from her hair to her shoes and she'd framed herself perfectly... leaning into the plate glass window, she was illuminated by the street lamps... the water on the window serving to morph the light and colors surrounding her.. she seemed a goddess carved of the marble... standing there... wet... motionless... with the night's rain falling to the floor from her soaked overcoat... she was made for this moment....

... Sam seated his pistol back into the shoulder holster... "Sweet Jesus, Lady, what do you want now?"

.... "I told Rock I'd take the case, and I told you never to come around here again... just let me do my job, and you'll get what you're after"...

... "I know you said that... and I know you don't mean it", she said as she turned her face towards Sam... "I felt it too, you know.. we can't deny it"...

... Sam's mind spiraled, and he sat down at his desk... she was right... he'd only seen her once before.... and the feeling had been instantaneous.. maybe it was the filth of the world, or maybe just meant to be, but he had wanted her... she was the first clean thing that had ever walked into his office, and she belonged to Rocco.. he watched her at the window, and tried again....

... "look, Lady, it's late... I've been drinking... and if your old man found out you were here, he'd kill us both... so beat it, sister... I don't have time for this"....

... Sam opened his desk drawer, and dropped the bottle of cheap Scotch into it.... his tough talk was not working, and she continued to stand silently.. his mind was working fast to find the options... calmness in the face of danger... Sam knew how to keep calm.. after all, he'd been here a hundred times, and facing this broad was just about as dangerous as it gets....

...the smell of the fresh rain on her overcoat was intoxicating... a beauty covered in the world.. He could smell her... the scent of her was familiar...

... "Alright, Lady....I'm sorry to act so tough...but if Rocco finds out you are here, he'll....."

... "He'll what?", she smiled..."He's gone to the city for the night... he doesn't know where I am... relax, baby... besides, who cares what Rocco thinks"...

... with that, she slowly walked to his desk.. each step taking an eternity as he watched...she unbuttoned the first button on the rain-soaked overcoat. and sat herself on the edge of the desk.. as she did, the bottom of the coat opened just a bit... just as she had intended... purposely revealing her long, slender leg.. all the way up to her thigh... she knew what she' was doing... she knew that all he could see was her skin in the soft light..

... again, with her closeness, he could smell her perfume... and suddenly, Sam realized that the inevitable was inevitable...he noticed she was smiling as he looked up at her.. he couldn't help himself.. the jacket was all that stood between them... and underneath, she was bare... he could not really tell, but he knew it..

.... damn... with Rocco out of town....no one knows she's here, right?....no, that's gotta be wrong.. more than likely he has had her followed.. Hell, wouldn't ANY man, if she were his?..

.... Sam snapped himself back into reality... the here and now.....

... "Listen, Sister...I don't know what you are trying to pull, but this is dangerous...and I mean dangerous with a capital D"... he stood up from his chair, and placed his hands on her shoulders... "Please... please just leave now"...

..."We both want this.... I know you are imagining it right now, Sam, ....even through that tough-guy attitude of yours.. I can see it in your face... I can smell it on your breath... I know you want this."

... Sam stood motionless, amazed by her face and shocked by her question.. slowly, her hand began tugging at the belt of the trench coat... Sam sat back into the comfortable leather of his chair, and moved his eyes from hers... tracing the lines down to the exposed leg....

... he knew what she was doing... and he knew what she was wanting.... "And what about Rocco.?....has he not been giving you all you've been needing?"

... "forget about Rocco... he's just a square... this just involves me and you, Sam... and this has to be done".. and with one movement, her hand swept paperwork that littered his desk onto the floor...

... "God damn it!", he cried, but she paid no attention to his anger... she lay back onto his desk.... and smiled..

... "What are you going to do now", she purred...

.... Sam's anger bubbled.... and with all of the calm he could muster, he growled.. "I'm going to get you the Hell OUT OF THIS OFFICE, that is what I'm going to do"... he rose and laid his hands on her... grasping her firmly... the instant his hands made contact with her figure, he quickly realized that he had underestimated her... as the overcoat slipped open, it revealed to him what was underneath...

... Sam attempted to divert his eyes, and focus.. he tried to keep his eyes locked to hers, but he could not...even those blue jewels could not keep his gaze away... she was just too soft... too white.. too perfect...

... without a thought, he let go of her arms, and slowly pulled himself away from her... he finally took in the full picture of her as she reclined on his desk... the scene soaked him.... drowned him... he was adrift again in Tarawa's tide.. helpless...

...."I never planned for it to go this far", he began as his fingertips grazed her throat.... he placed his heavy hand on the sapphire necklace that rested just above the swell of her breasts.. "but now that it has started...I don't seem to want to find the brakes."....

... Rocco's Girl felt Sam's fingertips as they began to trace the contours of her breasts, and her body quivered in anticipation of where they might go next..."I know", she said...."We are out of control"...

... She pulled herself up into a sitting position, against his protest, until finally she had found her place... just on the edge of his desk...

... Sam stood there... slightly between her legs as she used both hands to unfasten his belt... his trousers dropped to the floor, and he buried his face into her neck....

... in one movement, he straightened.... extended his arms, and cradled her face in his hands... her face was immobilized, but her hands continued to do their work... he kissed her bottom lip, tugged at it gently, and then grasped it with his teeth....

.. without thinking, he moved one hand around and grasped her hair...his other hand found her throat and clutched it firmly... her lips instinctively parted as he covered her mouth with his...her hands had been successful, and he released her... and as if through a fog, he could see the product of his kiss in the glistening between her thighs... she was wet, and she was ready... holding her gaze, he stepped back and rested himself again in his antique leather chair....

... she lifted herself from the desk, and sank down in front of him... she came to him just as he had expected, on her knees... he let out a faint moan as her tongue touched him... then, as she slowly lowered her mouth and took him in fully, he could not believe that he was actually there...

... instinctively, one hand made its way to the back of her head and forced her to take more of him...she turned her head from the pressure and he popped out of the side....with his free hand, he held himself halfway up the shaft and rubbed himself across her lips.... she started to bring her hands up to his hips, but he stopped her...

..."No... No hands.... put them behind your back...that's a good girl.. that's it.. If I want your head moved, I'll move it myself... ok?"...

... she didn't say a word... her open lips waited, and he let her mouth cover him again... he noted how her lips and cheek had become slippery with her own saliva....

... "Take your right hand and see if you are wet enough", Sam said in a low voice... and he waited... after a few seconds, he could wait for an answer no longer.... "well, ARE you?.. TELL me, damn it"...

.... Her eyes raised to his.... she nodded...and acknowledges the fact by a low moan - her mouth still full of him...

... "Good...now show me how much you want it... use your hands"...

.... she took hold of him tightly... and stroked him in her wet hand.. her other hand playing the devil with her own lust.... just out of sight... he knew he could not take much more.. but still, he watched her mouth working... and her hidden hand driving his imagination....he was enthralled... It was almost too much for him to bear.. until without warning, he gave in....he let go completely, and exploded... her mouth was there... waiting... and she did her best for him...

... he shuddered....and stroked her hair.. he could feel her throat contract as she swallowed....he pulled her up towards his face, and kissed her forehead and neck as she arched her back.... Her right hand came up from the unknown.. sticky... to her breast and squeezed a nipple... she was lost in the moment... just as his mouth continued to devour her soft shoulder...

... his mouth was full of her flesh, and he could feel her body quivering.... without hesitating, he moved her..

... "My turn"... he whispered, and lifted her onto his desk....

... she leaned back onto her elbows, and fully exposed herself... she could feel the wetness drip and slide down her thighs... Sam took his time.... His tongue crept... kissing and licking.. caressing the sacred spots.. he made her yearn for him to just take her... but this was meant to be.. and, it was meant to be done slowly... after all, every great sin is...

.. Sam shifted the chair closer to the table... and his left hand found her breast.. the index finger on his right hand began to work the magic... she was open... swirling his tongue, he felt her getting close.. his finger found the spot and her hips rocked...the moment overflowed ....Rocco's Girl was lost in waves that seemed unending.. the dancing tongue and the tapping finger deep inside her pushed her farther than ever before....she panted... her chest heaved breathlessly, and with her eyes half closed, she was barely able to moan "Oh GOD.. oh, SAM!"...
... with that, it was done.... She was his.... The rain from her hair had wet the oaken desk...

... he stood up from his chair...and with solemn purpose, he gripped each ankle firmly and slowly rolled her quivering body over... onto her stomach... he pulled her slightly towards him, and entered her from behind.... He felt her insides still shaking from the aftermath of his tongue...

... Sam gritted his teeth... "Rocco"... he moaned... "He is going to kill us both"....

by Eric on February 27, 2005 | Bullshit (16) | Crazy Fiction
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Bullshit So Far

Dayum.

Just Dayum.

; )

Bullshitted by Christina on February 27, 2005 08:09 PM

Uhhhhhhhhh. Wowww.

Bullshitted by sadie on February 27, 2005 08:50 PM

You must be feelin' "confident and sexy" tonight, huh? Haha!

Nice writing, dude!

Bullshitted by zonker on February 27, 2005 09:10 PM

Mmmmmm.... what a nice Sunday night treat. Better than the Oscars! Do you write like this often?

Bullshitted by Lolly on February 27, 2005 09:48 PM

Wow...great writing!

Bullshitted by Moogie on February 28, 2005 01:44 PM

Whew! ::fanning self:: What an awesome piece of writing Eric!

Bullshitted by Kate on February 28, 2005 02:30 PM

Gawd holy damn! Is it hot in here or is it just me??

Bullshitted by Pammy on February 28, 2005 09:14 PM

.. glad you enjoyed it.. sincerely, it was my pleasure...

Bullshitted by Eric on February 28, 2005 09:35 PM

Oh. my. that. was. nice.

Bullshitted by suzeisnotfooledbyislam on February 28, 2005 11:26 PM

Jeez, man, pretty intense stuff...Raymond Chandler's got nothin' on you.

Bullshitted by John Climacus on March 1, 2005 01:57 AM

verr nicely writ, sir! tiz odd that we both posted articulls bout cheatin wives on the same day. grate minds, n all, no doubt.

Bullshitted by buddy don on March 1, 2005 08:12 AM

Had to get a little hair pullin' in there, didn't ya? ; )

Bullshitted by Key on March 1, 2005 10:54 AM

Oh My! I should *not* have read that at work! I'm gonna be useless for the rest of the day.
Awesome writing, Eric!

Bullshitted by Barb on March 1, 2005 04:47 PM

Wait, you can write like this, and all this time you've been making us read all those other crappy posts?

What a dick! :-P

Good stuff, man :-)

Bullshitted by Harvey on March 3, 2005 07:07 PM

"but this was meant to be.. and, it was meant to be done slowly… after all, every great sin is…"

Eric, you're amazing. Truly amazing. And I bet this is a "stand alone" study, isn't it? What a terrible, terrible waste of a beautiful piece of writing.

Email me. Please.

Bullshitted by Mamamontezz on March 4, 2005 10:18 PM

Why do I get the feeling you typed this on an old Underwood before transfering it to the puter? Damn, I need a shower, cold, one each.

Bullshitted by Guy S on March 7, 2005 03:34 AM