Page 5 of Malice and Surrender
At seventeen, I was hard most of the day, and my hand became pretty boring. Now that I was a free man, I didn’t waste a second of being buried balls deep inside some willing participant. More women at once were always welcome. I had two hands, a mouth, and a cock, all happy to get involved.
Pulling into one of the parking areas along the beach, I had to maneuver around the throngs of people that crossed back and forth between wanting food and drink and partying on the sand. A large truck was parked in the last spot at the end, with one of the local DJ’s logos splashed across the door.
Perfect. Turning around, I slowly pushed the chopper backward until it hopped the curb, completely hidden from view behind the truck. A barricade, a large bush, and another parking lot blocked the other side. There were a lot of cameras around, but this particular parking lot had its cameras smashed a week ago. I knew this cause I was the one who had taken them out. You needed to pre-plan this shit, and it was fucking unwise to wander around killing people without a plan. For example, paying to know where these two assholes were going to be was a well thought out plan. Not having a plan would get your ass thrown back in the pen as quick as a look.
I double-checked my clip and knives before grabbing the Scream mask from the pouch on my bike. Stuffing the gun into the back of my jeans, I pulled on the Scream mask and wandered along the path of writhing bodies.
A group of partiers had opted for the painted body look over actual clothes and were rubbing all up on each other. My step paused for half a second as I considered joining them. The hard nipples of the girl painted like a butterfly were calling to me as she bounced up and down, and my mouth was watering for a taste.
“Fuck, that was hot,” I grumbled as I forced myself to look away.
I spotted the bar area I was after and began wobbling on my feet like I was already drunk. Grabbing an open bottle of tequila from a girl’s hand, she gave me a dirty look until I pulled her against my body and danced in a circle, grinding against her bare pussy with my leg.
She bit her lip and waved as I let go and continued on my way. Damn, I needed a raise. Passing all this goodness up deserved a bonus. The music was booming at this end with the massive speakers set up. My eyes locked in on the two men at the stand-up bar, each with multiple women pressed against them.
They were already hammered and sloppy from whatever alcohol and drugs they’d consumed. I pushed through the bodies dancing and swaying to the thumping beat. Colorful lights flashed in time to the music as the DJ on stage waved his arm in the air.
I had two choices. I could make this quick and seamless, in and out before the guys knew what hit them, or I could wait them out and make this a real party when they decided to leave.
As I glanced around the party, my eyes found the naked asses of women inches away from my fingers. It was Halloween, after all, and body paint was more common than clothes tonight. The one time of year that everyone let loose and became someone else. Someone dark and dangerous they wished they always could be.
I was already dark and dangerous, but I’d lost ten years of my life to a prison that handed us a cookie decorated like a ghost or a pumpkin on Halloween and then told us lights out. That was when we prayed that the real goblins and ghouls surrounding us wouldn’t kill us in our sleep.
This was living, and this was what had been stolen from me. A sliver of bitterness uncoiled from where it lurked in my stomach. No, I was going to wait them out, and I had pretty good odds of getting my cock sucked too. That was a two-for-one special if I ever heard it.
ONE YEAR & THREE MONTHS AGO
Raine
The bottle twirled through the air, and I caught it mid-flight before rolling the glass down my arm and flinging it across the open space to my partner. Avro had been working bar with me for three years and was the best partner I’d ever trained. He had aspirations of making Cirque de Soleil before his knee practically exploded from some fall. He didn’t like to talk about it much, and I didn’t want to push. I knew what it was like not wanting to share all your secrets with the world.
Alex was his real name, but he preferred to go by Avro. For whatever reason, he was obsessed with the Avro Arrow and it honestly suited him better. I couldn’t picture him as Alex. The moment he was hired, we became friends. I mean, he was a guy, so I was still leery of him for a long time, but Avro had a way of setting you at ease. He had a great sense of humor, was sweet and thoughtful, and I could admit I had a crush—a little one. Okay, more than a little, but it was a go-nowhere type of crush. He was…amazing, and I was…just me.
Avro had bright blue hair this week that was spiked and stood out in all directions. I petted his head when he first arrived, joking that he looked like a hedgehog, and I was tempted to call him Sonic all night. If Sonic had been that hot, I probably would’ve played a lot more video games.
He jumped up, grabbed the glass, and—in a move that would’ve broken my back—flipped through the air to loud applause before sending the glass back. I tossed him three bottles next. He rolled them up his arms and over his back. We had two smaller bars set up with other bartenders, but people loved having their drinks served by one of us, so I filled glasses as quickly as I could in between performances. I’d been fascinated with the movie Cocktail as a teen. I couldn’t even remember how many times I’d made Kaivan watch it with me.
My smile faltered at the thought of him. He was the one person I’d trusted in this world, and he turned on me just like everyone else in my life. You couldn’t trust anyone, not really. Sometimes I didn’t even know if I could trust myself. You never knew what was lurking below the surface. Even with Avro, I’d relaxed around him more than once. Fantasizing about what his lips would taste like and wondering if his shoulders and abs were as firm as they looked. I squashed those thoughts as quickly as they started.
I’d learned the hard way that everyone had their own agenda. The key was to figure out what they were after so you could stay ahead of the fallout.
The crowd was jumping tonight, and as the song switched to a mash up of a fun dance song and “edamame” by bbno$, the cheers got louder. Drinks waved in the air, and I couldn’t keep from wiggling to the music.
I fucking loved this job. It was the only time I got out of my head and felt like a person, not a victim or loner, who stayed locked away in her small ratass house. The large bell on the wall rang, and all the regulars knew what was coming. With skill that only came from a shit ton of practice, Avro and I raced to get the tall stacks of shot glasses laid out along the bar.
I punched my arm in the air as the clock counted down to the start of the game. Avro stood at the far end of the bar and smiled as I stuck my tongue out at him. The sound of the buzzer was loud, but it still got drowned out by the roar of the rowdy crowd. Grabbing two bottles off the shelf, I started pouring shots. They were always something of our own creation and the only free round we offered the crowd, or at least those who could fight to get close enough.
It was amazing how excited people got over the prospect of two ounces of alcohol, but they did. They would push and shove and get into fights to be one of the few who would get the shot for free.
“Woohoo!” I screamed as I managed to pull ahead by one shot. We met in the middle, and whoever got there first forced the other person to do a specific trick or task or, in Avro’s case, a dance on the bar.
This was not a new idea, but when you freshened it up, made it a competition, and offered free shit, people would keep coming in like the place was the bloody Field of Dreams. The little test glass in front of me was filled with a combination of green apple and cinnamon. I called this one my Apple Pie, and it was a bar favorite. By the bright blue color of Avro’s drink, he was doing Blueberry Bomber, which was a combination of blueberry vodka and Blue Curcacao. The owner hadn’t been overly excited to give away free alcohol, but he quickly changed his mind when he saw how many extra people it brought in, who then spent way more than the small freebee.
Now that ass got his picture taken for social media posts about the most popular spots in Miami, and Eclipse was quickly rising to the top of the scene. I guess I couldn’t complain. I got to keep all my tips, and he gave me a two-thousand-dollar bonus for the idea, which I squirreled away for a rainy day.
“Yeah,” I cheered and did a little twirl as I finished filling my last shot and held up the bottles.
Avro finished filling his and offered me one of his drinks as he conceded his loss. I drank it back and held the glass in the air.
