House of Sin: Part One (9 page)

She handed me another, we held our sinister potions in hand and looked at each other with curious smiles. I already felt that familiar tingle in my chest, one is usually plenty. We slammed back the second glass, and she handed me yet another. It doesn’t take long to take hold, the music seemed to slow down and get inside me. I became calm and excited at the same time, my sense of wellbeing was high, I was high. I could tell Leah was having a similar experience her jaw was slightly open and she looked around with her new eyes. She smiled and breathed in through her nose, she looked at me, her eyes wide and wild. She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the stirring crowd, this is a very different place when you have a head full of this stuff. I knew it was to be an adventure this evening, I was ready.

I mentioned before that I don’t really dance, I stand-by this statement, tonight was . . . an exception. Well, we will call it dancing but I am not sure what I was doing. I was completely at the mercy of the music around me, pouring into me and manipulating me. Letting go completely is an unusual thing for an adult, with good reason, it looks ridiculous, I looked ridiculous.

The dance floor was full of the usual suspects, with their usual partners. I have spent many evenings just watching this crew dance their hearts out, it was clear there was a story here and I often wondered where they came from. They seemed like professional dancers of sorts, I never saw them upstairs in the private rooms. So there we were, Leah and I, in the middle of all this, being complete fools, the drug had taken hold and this is how it begins. Leah’s body twisted and curled, she moved slowly with brief whipping movements contorting her body into new shapes. The song was unfamiliar, I think it was something from Massive Attack.

My vision was being effected, the room pulsed spun. I wasn’t sure if I was flailing around or barely moving, I didn’t care, I felt good. I felt the beginning of the next stage of the trip coming, the song was winding down and it helped with the transition. Since I have been down this road before I felt a tinge of self-awareness. The next song begun and the lighting changed, it was perfect. Our eyes met for the first time since we started dancing. It was the kind of look that replaced a long conversation, words were not needed, we knew what each other were feeling. All the mad energy shifted and melted away into something else. It became more localized, in the bottom of my stomach, filling my cock with energy. All of my muscles seemed ready to fire like a warrior in his prime. Leah was no longer facing me, she was running her hand down the sweaty chest of one of the dancers. I focused on her ass, I became a predator, I was like an addict that needed a fix. There was an urgency to the whole thing, I turned away from her to try to cool off but it didn’t work. Everywhere I looked, I saw something I wanted to dominate, to penetrate, I needed a release.

I felt a gentle touch on my back, somehow I knew it was Leah before I turned around. We were both breathing heavy, it took everything in me not to pull out my cock there on the dance floor, I didn’t need Swell. We kissed, it was like we were floating around trying desperately to take in as much of each other as possible. My hands squeezed her ass and pushed her into my cock. I reached under her skirt, from behind and felt her hot wet pussy, I loved that she wasn’t wearing panties. My wet fingers pushed into her ass as I bit her lip. Leah was going over the edge, rubbing my cock through my pants then rubbing herself. I noticed Leah’s eyes kept darting up to the balcony, where the rooms were. It was definitely time to get off the dance floor. We really should not have drank so much of that stuff.

I guided her to the stairs, and ushered her up to the second level. On down the hall we walked, I could see Leah’s hand was around her crotch. We walked past the London room, and to an unmarked door that was slightly ajar. I knew this room was empty because the door was open like that. I opened the door and Leah rushed in, fell to the floor on all floors before I could close the door behind me. She pushed up her orange dress exposing her naked ass. She violently masturbated and gave a desperate moan. I closed the door.

I felt cum falling out of my cock with every heartbeat, I watched as a string of her cum fell from her cunt, dripping off her hands. I fell onto the floor onto all fours just like her. She was coming hard, she probably has never felt this before. I didn’t touch my cock because I knew I would explode, I crouched behind her and licked her ass while she thrashed her cunt with her hand. We were animals, and like animals there was an element of violence to all this. I pushed my tongue into her, her hand hitting my chin with her movements. Cum was pouring out of her, the sounds she made sounded as much like terror as they did lust. I pulled her cheeks wide apart and licked from her pussy to her ass. Leah rolled onto her back, spread her legs wide and back, lifting her bum far from the ground. She pulled her cheeks apart for me. I was in pain, my cock felt like it was going to explode. I pushed the head of my cock into her ass and cum exploded all over her, white cum poured down the crack of her ass. I pulled out and cum shot out of my cock making it all the way to her neck and face. I buried it deeper into her ass, this time with more ease. She continued to masturbate violently.

Usually, once I come, I’m done for a while. Life is different with a head full of Swell. My drive didn’t waver, I held onto her legs and fucked her ass. She was curled up spitting on her cunts while she continued the thrash and pull with her hand. I was going to come again. I made my way over and fed her my cum-filled balls while I made myself come. Cum fell on her face, hair and shoulders. She sucked my balls and spit hung from her chin. She never looked so beautiful.

We needed to stop, I knew we should stop. I sat on the floor and looked at her, she was touching and squeezing her breasts. The drug had a strong hold on her. The reason I knew we should stop is you can get carried away and get hurt. I held her and kissed her face, neck, and breasts. I could feel her look around and notice the room for the first time. it was dank, cement and stone, hooks and chains hung from the wall. A small square hole a few feet from the floor opened to the next room. Light poured in from it and flickered with shadows. The opening was the size of a window with steel prison like bars. Leah crawled over to it and held onto the bars, she peered in, arching her back. Her orange dress was long gone. She was completely naked, save her shoes. She turned back to me with an implacable expression.

“Fuck me”

I wanted her still, she looked back into the adjacent room and I buried my aching cock inside her warm pussy. Slow and hard, she felt so fucking good. I reached around and messaged her clit slowly. Leah reached her hand into the other room, and I noticed what enticed her. A man came to his knees, all that could be seen was his legs and an erect penis. Leah reached out and grabbed his cock. I didn’t know what was I should do, this was her moment. I continued to fuck her and let her do what she needed to do. I fucked her harder, reached up and pulled her nipples. Leah was stroking the strangers cock with her hand. His cock was now through the bars and on our side of the room. She let go and just stared at the protruding cock hanging in front of her face while I fucked her. I didn’t put much focus on it but it was hard not to notice the large veiny cock a few feet from me. It must have been a white man, totally shaved. I briefly wondered if I knew who it was then went back to focusing on Leah’s round ass.

Then, with each hand holding the prison bars, she began to put the stranger’s penis into her mouth. I didn’t know if I should stop this or not, I didn’t, this was her moment, something she needed to do.

“What are you doing over there?!”

The women’s voice came from the other room, I knew it was Madeline.

Usually the effects of the Swell would have dissipated by now but because we drank so much it was still coursing through us. Perhaps that is why we let things progress. We heard a loud crack of a whip followed by the whimper of a man. Madeline was whipping Leah’s new friend.

Until now I was carrying on for the sake of Leah, I am not bashful but the sight of another man’s erect penis breaks them moment for me. But this moment has changed, how strange it had become. Madeline shouted as she whipped the man, the sound of the whip turned me on and the moment was no longer just for Leah.

“You are filthy” she shouted and whipped him again.

Leah was moaning in ecstasy, slapping her face with his cock, growling while she shoved it into her face. I pulled my cock from her pussy and buried it in her ass. She moaned with pleasure. I played with her clit and tried to hold back my cum. With each sound of the whip the energy in the room intensified and it was harder to hold it back.

“Mmm.” Leah jolted and a flood of her cum fell on to my hand in gushes. I could hold back no more, I didn’t pull out, I came in her ass, shooting hot cum inside her with every thrust. Leah was jerking off the stranger and he came on her face while still being whipped by Madeline. She made sounds with every shot of cum like she wanted it to stop but she continued to jerk him off letting his cum land on her face. He was done, I was done, and Leah was done. Leah and I collapsed and lied down tangled on the floor. We were sweaty, naked, and full of cum on the cement floor. Madeline relentlessly whipped the poor soul who was no longer in site.

“Hawaii!” He cried out

The whipping stopped.

Leah reached down to masturbate and I took her hand and pulled it away. It’s the drug, people have done serious damage to themselves.

“We need to stop”

I said between bated breaths

“No”

Leah responded pulling her hand away from my grasp, she sat on my hard cock facing away from me. Up and down she went, riding my aching cock. It hurt, but I wanted her to continue. She went faster and faster, I felt the jagged stone wall dig into my back. She was making the sounds of a mad women, she pulled out my cock and began rubbing it on her wet pussy. Somehow I came again, and so did Leah We collapsed on the floor. We were a mess of sweat, and cum. There was blood on my back, I didn’t realize the damage I was doing. Leah reached down, but I stopped her. My cock was still hard, I needed this to stop, Leah has had enough.

We gathered our cloths and got dressed, Leah was drenched in cum so we used my under shirt to clean her off best we could and just left it behind. My beautiful Leah, look at you now.

Like any drug, what goes up must come down. This was Leah’s first time so she will be ok. I have a night of dreadfully low endorphins and serotonin, combined with sleep deprivation it is a form of torture. Leah won’t go through this, it takes a few times for that side of the drug to reveal it’s self. All drugs are evil, Swell is no exception. Like anything evil, it seems harmless at first, it sneaks up on you. Leah will wake up with nothing more than a hang-over, extremely sore pussy, and perhaps some guilt. That is why someone may decide to try something like this again, and the next time they partake, guess what, same thing happens. A great night happened, they fall asleep, and wake-up with a mild hang over. Then months, or even years later, you’re an addict and you have no idea how it happened. There is nothing worse than a Swell addict.

I took Leah home, I probably shouldn’t have drove but it had to be done. We showered outside and I put her to bed. The rest of my night was mostly spent outside, I knew sleep wouldn’t come so I didn’t try. I told myself I wouldn’t do that again or let Leah do it again. As dangerous as it could be I let things happen the way they did. We are only animals after all, we all need to behave like animals sometimes. Leah needed to explore that side of her. I suspected she was not finished with this, I hoped I could help her in some way.

I sat by the cherry orchard and thought of my cottage as the sun rose. I drove home and began a weekend of recuperation.

I took my bike to work that week rather than the truck. I was having a hell of a time shaking off the previous week-end and the bike helps clear my head. It was Wednesday and I hadn’t spoken to Leah since our night together at Madeline’s. I was just finishing up at the office when I received her text.

“Do you like chili?”

“Yup” I wrote back

“I have a pot of chili on the stove, come by on your way hom
e
”

It felt good to hear from her, I was getting worried she felt things got negative and she wanted to distance herself from me. This was good news, I flew out the door dismissing Heather with a blanket response to her demands

“I will deal with it tomorrow”

I drove my bike a little faster than usual, I was excited to see her. When I pulled up to her house I was greeted by her barking dog trying to bite the tires on my bike. The little dog jumped and did 360’s while I took off my helmet and walked to the door.

I lightly knocked the door as I opened it,

“Anybody home?”

I walked into the smell of a home cooked meal, and the warmth of the wood stove. This house felt amazing, but Leah was nowhere to be found.

“Hello,” I softly shouted as I laid my helmet down on a chair.

I made my way to the kitchen and peered out the window taking in the beautiful landscape. The sun was sitting low and the shadows were long. Down in the orchard there was Leah, on a ladder, picking cherries. She was a beautiful site, so completely different from the Leah I was with at Madeline’s just a few days ago. She was wearing a tired old cardigan that she no doubt has owned for a decade. Her hair mostly tied back with strands falling on her face. I just watched her for a moment, putting cherries in the basket. Her loyal dog sat beside her on guard. She got off the ladder and looked to be done with her chore, I stepped away from the window and made my way to the wood stove. When I opened it I realized it didn’t need any wood but I put a small piece in anyway. I thought Leah walking in to me putting wood on the fire would be a nice introduction. Leah walked into the house and I stoked the fire with an iron.

“Mr. Willow”

I smiled and looked up at her, there was a delay in my response because it occurred to me I didn’t know her last name. We were way too far into our relationship to bring this up.

“Getting ready for the Market?” I motioned to the basket of cherries she put down beside her.

“Yes I am, this is the best year I have ever seen, there are so many of them this is starting to feel like work” Leah kicked off her boots and made her way to the kitchen.

“Hungry?”

“Starving” I answered

She took the lid off a pot on the stove releasing a cloud of steam that disappeared into the air.

“It is a chili and beer kinda night”

Leah was talking with her back to me as she ladled the chili into bowls. She finished the bowls off with sour cream and chives. She handed me a bowl and opened the fridge and grabbed a oversized bottle of beer and it too me as well.

“It’s hoppy as fuck”

She said as she walked away from me to the other room with her bowl of chili and hoppy beer. I looked at the Label and it read “Hoppy As Fuck” I laughed to myself and made my way over.

Leah was swearing as she pushed V.H.S tape into a machine and the tape kept on spitting out.

“Stay in there you fucker”

I laughed at her struggle and sat down on the couch, she had her put bowl of chili and beer on the coffee table so I did the same.

“There we go” She said as the large V.H.S player revved up, then with a crack the tape began to rewind.

“Ah fuck” Leah turned to me and we shared a laugh.

“Sit down and eat, it will play automatically when it gets to the beginning”

Leah sat beside me and I opened her beer and mine with my lighter. We toasted each other and drank.

“It really is hoppy as fuck” I said as I put back on the coffee table.

“My neighbor makes it, quite the operation they have over there actually”

We both were leaning over the coffee table enjoying our chili, I am not exaggerating when I say it is the best chili I have ever had. I was amused by this room, Leah’s T.V looked like it was from the 70’s. It sat on the floor like a piece of furniture, it was completely in-cased in wood and there were a couple of dials on the side. The V.H.S player sitting on top of the television snapped to the beginning and began to play. Princess Bride was the movie, one of my favorites. We both laughed hard and genuine even though we have both seen this movie many times. A few times we said the lines before the characters. There was something very comforting about all this. I couldn’t poke fun at her about the old T.V and VHS player because the truth was I thought it was charming. I made a point of not bringing up last week end, I’m not sure there was anything to discuss. I hoped she was done with Madeline’s, it is good to act out fantasies sometimes because most of the time you find out they were better left as fantasy. That way you can go on with your life and the wondering is over. Of course there is the rare time the reality is even better than the dream, this can be problematic at times. I hoped Leah fell into the former category. The truth is I was falling for her, I wanted her in my life but I was worried I had become too accustomed to being alone.

I know myself well enough to hold back and let things happen rather than force them. Besides, I could be just getting carried away, I am not sure I am built for monogamy. But there is nowhere I would have rather been then with her, on that couch, on that Wednesday night. We had our fair share of HAF (Hoppy as Fuck) and watched some other tapes she had. They were all blank tapes with multiple things on them. The titles were written on them with the time next to them so you could find where they were. We ate too much chili, drank too much H.A.F, and watched almost all the Faulty Tower Episodes. It was a nice night.

We ended up spooning on the couch wrapped up in a blanket. We were in our underwear, she still had on that old cardigan. We were slowly drifting to sleep.

“That beer really hits ya,” I whispered.

“It’s 9%” She whispered back.

I was pleasantly buzzed out from the beer, the smell of her hair and the natural smell of her skin was perfect. I kissed and licked her neck softly then smelled it trying to not make it obvious. Just a weird thing I do. Everything was peaceful, even her dog was curled up at our feet.

“Jack”

“Yeah”

“I want to go back”

Silence followed, I didn’t answer.

“I want to go to that room, will you go with me”

It was complex, I didn’t want to, I didn’t want her to want to, but I was also getting turned on by her suggestion. Silence lingered, then finally I responded.

“We will go Saturday”

Leah nestled into me more, my cock found it’s way inside of her. We stayed in that position, spooning on the couch. I fucked her gently, I came inside of her, and we both fell asleep. As usual I dreamt of my cottage, this time Leah was there with me.

• • •

I woke up with the sun, falling asleep on a couch is the best, waking up on one is not. Somehow I got off the couch without waking her. I went outside and showered, I thought to myself I wanted an outdoor shower at the cottage. I had a slight hang over but the fresh air was fixing me up. I walked down to the orchard and ate plumbs off the tree. There I was standing in my underwear, helping myself. I through the pits far, trying to hit an oak tree that was about a hundred feet away.

I was as quite as possible when I stepped back into the house, made a pot of coffee and kissed Leah good bye.

“There is a shower inside, you know”

She whispered not opening her eyes.

I laughed and said good bye, I fired up my bike and headed toward the office. I was a little early which was great, I would have time to stop for a coffee at my favorite spot. I really was feeling good, I wondered if plumbs were a cure for hangovers?

Lili and Oli was the name of this coffee shop. Italian style coffee, nothing fancy, I stopped in often enough that they knew what I wanted. My laptop was tucked into my saddle bag on the side of my bike, I grabbed it and headed in. I wasn’t planning on doing any work with my computer, I had a past time of looking at real-estate around my house to try to get a sense of how much I could if I sold mine. Then I would look at Home Hardware sites and plan what I would do with the cottage when I moved there. This has been a past time for years but lately it felt like I was formulating a plan more than merely dreaming. I have noticed that if you think about something enough it is bound to end up happening.

“Jack”

I was greeted by content looking young man behind the counter. I set up my laptop while he made my Americano. He handed me the hot coffee in a clear glass and motioned to the television in the corner where a soccer game was displayed. Mostly everyone there was staring at the screen and involved in the game.

“They might not make this one” said the Barista

I had no idea what he was talking about but I felt a generic response was in order.

“They can come back”

Mr. Barista patted me on the shoulder and returned to his work. There is something about that first cup of coffee in the morning, so damn good. I had almost an hour to kill here, I told myself that I would get in the habit of waking up earlier and spending some time here before work but I knew I was lying to myself. I went to a website that sells parts for old Vincent motorcycles and started rifling through. That project bike in my garage has not had much attention. That is what I would do, there was a small garage at the cottage and I could spend my days working on these old bikes. I could bring old sweeties back to life and sell them online.

“You are wearing the same cloths as yesterday”

I looked up to see Heather, she turned my laptop around to see what I was doing. She had an extremely intrusive way about her. Heather sat in front of me at the little two-seater table.

“Are you getting carried away with all this” she questioned.

“Carried away?”

“Let me guess, Jack, you think you are helping this innocent girl explore her sexuality” Heather spoke with a condescending tone.

“Innocent?”

There was a long silence, Heather chimed in.

“What did you do last night?”

“We watched old movies, she actually has a V.H.S player”

“You think you love her don’t you?”

“What are you the fucking thought police, maybe you can lay off this whole thing”

“Just stop thinking you’re doing this girl a favor, it’s all about you, and you’re doing her more harm than good, I saw you take her upstairs, I know you were drinking Swell. Maybe you should lay off the girl Jack”

Again silence. It was morning and this argument required small breaks of drinking coffee and yawns. Heather is the only person in my life I allow to speak to me like this. It’s funny how early in relationships people fall into positions and stay there for the balance of the relationship. The devil’s advocate comes to mind when it come to me and Heather, it goes both ways. On the surface it would seem like we have no respect for one another but that really is not the case. Heather looks out for me and I her, she knows me quite well at this point. She is often extremely annoying and intrusive, and rarely has kind words. But early on this how we decided this is how this relationship is going to work, in a way it does work.

“I don’t get you Willow” Heather continued to be shitty, motioning at my I-pad. This was her way of respectively changing the subject.

“What is it about you loving everything old, V.H.S tapes, old bikes, Old books, old movies, old guitar amps, do you think this makes you more interesting or something?”

“A cheap motel” I answered looking vacantly away from her.

“what?”

I drank what was left of my coffee and looked up at the soccer game.

“Depends on what we are talking about, you covered a lot of ground in your little rant, bikes, movies, books, guitar amps. Everything is most exciting in its inception. You mentioned old movies, there is no question that Blue Ray is better, it is not about that. Look at the actors, the stars of each era. They were considerably more interesting the further you go back. More exaterated, seemingly more dedicated. Today all the magic is gone, these movie stars have to be more common than a commoner, and they have become just a prop in a sea of special effects in there movies. I preferred it when, rather than an explosion, a close-up of the leading lady’s face was the climax of the scene. Old bikes, old cars, old music equipment, it’s all the same. The fact that they are still here is the whole point. There is virtually nothing built today that is intended to last, they are meant to biodegrade, disappear and make way for new fashions. There was a time when something was build, it was meant to last as long as possible, there was no concept that whatever was being conceived was to be disposable. These cars, bikes, guitars, movies, and everything else were meant to last forever. The people creating them were completely dedicated to what they were doing and almost never became rich from it. You can feel it from the materials they used, the lines of the design. Everything is best the first time around”