Page 1 of Lick

Lick, age 25

It’s over.

It’s finally fucking over.

The stench of urine permeates the air, and the room reeks of death. The stink burns my nose, making my eyes water. Gray, ashen skin. Lifeless, unresponsive eyes. I don’t have to see her to know that my mother is nothing more than a soulless corpse. Fuck, she was soulless when she was still fucking breathing. Now all I see is a fucked-up bitch who drove her husband to murder and then dragged her two children down the rabbit hole with her. I would have given Lucifer himself my soul if it meant I wouldn’t have had to live the hell I experienced the moment they cuffed my father and hauled his ass away.

Looking down on the piece of shit who gave me life, I wonder at what point she finally decided her high was more important than my sister or me. The needle is still hanging from her fucking arm, foam dried at the corners of her mouth. What a fucking way to go.

Stupid bitch.

Mothers are supposed to be there for their children; be the rock a child needs so many times throughout their life. Encouraging words should flow from their mouths, not spewed words of contempt. A child needs to feel the nurturing hand pushing them along. Guiding them. Making sure they become the best person they can be. Not having fingers pointed at them, telling them what a shitty kid they turned out to be.

Mothers are the foundation. Their love is supposed to build their children up, make them feel as if they can do anything. A mother’s arms should always be open, ready to catch their child when they fall. At least that’s what I hear.

I wouldn’t know any of that shit.

In the end, she was still a woman, and all women do is fucking use their beauty and their willingness to spread their legs to get what they want. Women are selfish fucking creatures. I learned that a long time ago. Women think they can work me to get what they want. Well, two can play at that game. They ain’t got nothing I want.

Fuck ’em.

Yeah, fuck ’em. Why the fuck not? They never thought twice about fucking me.

“Do you have to look down my shirt?”

I fucking love getting under her skin. She has fantastic fucking tits. They’re more than a mouthful, so much more, and my mouth waters at the thought of taking her sweet tits in my mouth. I bet my dick would feel fantastic between ’em as I fucked ’em.

“You know you love me checking out the merchandise, Sugar Tits. Why else would you wear shit like that?”

“One, it’s called a shirt. Two, I’m wearing it because I’m hot. And three, because I’m—”

“It’s barely sixty today. There ain’t no way in hell it’s because you’re hot. You like struttin’ around here.”

“Oh sweet baby Jesus, you’re flipping unbelievable.” She shakes her head. “Make yourself useful and blow up some more balloons.” She pushes a plastic bag of pink and white balloons at my chest. “They should be home soon, and I want this place decked out for the princess’s arrival.”

It’s been five months since Jenni showed up at the compound. Five fucking months of her swinging her tits and ass around. Me and the guys are constantly adjusting our junk—it’s not even funny. She walks around here like it’s no big deal while the rest of us are constantly at half-mast. The thing is, Jenni’s different. Different from any other bitch I’ve ever met. Those big brown eyes seem to be full of truth. She’s too honest to calculate shit, so what you see is what you get. From her head of wild curly brown hair, down to her rockin’ body, she’s the whole fucking package.

It’s really fucking with my head.

I’ve been watching her, spending as much time as I can with her to try to prove myself wrong. I’ve been waiting for her to mess up. To show me her true colors. To support my beliefs that women are good for one thing, and that’s to keep your dick warm and wet, but I ain’t found nothing that tells me she’s like the rest.

“I’m not interested.”

I hear Jenni’s voice coming from the alleyway on the side of the shop. She’s been helping around the shop here and there while Savannah spends her time getting things ready for when Grace arrives. It’s not supposed to be for months, but Sin has been adamant that Savannah gets enough rest.

Rounding the corner, I see a couple of customers towering over Jenni. One fucker has his hands on her waist, fingers digging into her flesh, while the other stands back with a smirk on his face.

“Come on, baby. A bangin’ body like yours—I’m sure you’ve got a line of dicks a mile long just begging for a piece.”

“Yeah, sweetness, don’t tell me you’re not looking for some action when you’re shaking your tits waiting for the next guy to take his shot. Bitches like you know how to get us worked up.”

The second fucker’s words grate across my skin. It takes everything in me not to make my move and shut these bastards down, but I wanna see how this plays out. I need to see how she reacts to what these fuckers are offering. I need her to show me that she isn’t as sweet as she portrays herself to be. Someone as sweet and pure as Jenni can’t be real.

“I said no for crying out loud!” She grunts as she tries to push the dude off of her.

“I bet I can change your mind.” He pulls her closer, making her body slam into his. The other fucker laughs.

I’ve seen and heard enough.