Part 11 (1/2)
Clyde tossed his head at the bas.e.m.e.nt.
”Ah,” Brian said, and he felt an erection, a real blue-veiner. Something warm moved from the tips of his toes to the base of his skull, foamed inside his brain. It was as if his bladder had backed up and filled his body with urine. Old Clyde had actually killed somebody and had no remorse, was in fact proud. Brian liked that. It meant Clyde was as much of a Superman as he expected. And since Clyde admitted the murder to him, he knew he trusted him, considered him a comrade, a fellow Superman.
”What happened next?” Brian asked. It was all he could do not to lick his lips.
”Me and the c.u.n.t moved in. Couple guys I knew wanted to come too, bring their c.u.n.ts along. I let them. Before long there's about a half dozen of us living in the G.o.dd.a.m.ned bas.e.m.e.nt. We got the caretaker to see we got fed, and he did it too on account of he was a weenie, and we kept reminding him how much we like little-girl p.u.s.s.y. I got to where I could describe what we wanted to do to her real good.”
”Anyway, that went on for a while, then one day he doesn't show with the grub.
Found out later that he'd packed up the dumpling wife, the two ankle-biters and split. So I say to the guys-by the way, don't ask no c.u.n.t nothing, they got opinions on everything and not a bit of it's worth stringy dogs.h.i.+t, unless you want to know the best way to put a Tampax in or what color goes well with blue ... so, I say to the guys, this ain't no way to live, and we start a little storm trooper campaign. Scared p.i.s.s out of some of the old folks, roughed up an old lady, nailed her dog to the door by its ears.”
”Didn't the cops come around?”
”Yeah. They came and got us on complaints, told us to stay out. But what could they do?”
No one had seen us do a d.a.m.n thing except those complaining, and it was just our word against theirs. They made us move out though.
”So, we went and had a little talk with the manager, made a few threats, got a room out of the deal and started paying rent. By this time we had the c.u.n.ts hustling for us, bouncing tail on the streets and bringing in a few bucks. Once we start paying rent, what can they say? But we keep up the storm trooper campaign, just enough to keep it scary around here. Before long the manager quit and all the old folks hiked.”
”What about the owner?”
”He came around. We paid the rent and he let us stay. He's a slumlord anyway. It was the old folks kept the place up. After they left, it got pretty trashy, and this guy wasn't going to put out a cent on the place. He was glad to take our money and run. We were paying him more than all the old codgers together. The p.u.s.s.y business was really raking in the coins. And besides, he don't want to make us mad, know what I mean?”
”Some setup.”
”It's sweet all right. Like being a juvenile. The courts are all f.u.c.ked up on that one.
They don't know what to do with us, so they usually just say the h.e.l.l with us. It's easier to let us go than to ha.s.sle with us. After you're eighteen life isn't worth living. That's when the rules start to apply to us too. Right now we're just misguided kids who'll straighten out in time.”
”I understand.”
”Good. Let's go upstairs. Got some people I want you to meet.”
”Yeah?”
”A girl I want you to f.u.c.k.”
”Yeah?”
”Yeah. Got this one c.u.n.t that's something else. Thirteen years old, a runaway or something. Picked her up off the street about a month ago. Totally wiped out in the brain department, not that a c.u.n.t's got much brain to begin with, but this one is a clean slate. But, man, does she have t.i.ts. They're big as footb.a.l.l.s. She's as good a f.u.c.k as a grown woman.”
”This going to cost me?”
”You kidding? You get what you want, no charge -money anyway.”
”What's that mean?”
”I want your soul, not your money.” Brian grinned. ”So who are you, the devil?
Thought you were Dracula.”
”I'm both of them.”
”Do I have to sign something in blood?” Clyde laughed hysterically. ”Sure, that's a good one. Blood. Write something in f.u.c.king blood. I like you, Brian, I really do.”
So Brian saw the dark rooms upstairs, and finally the one with the light and the people.
The room stank. There was a mattress on the floor and there was a nude girl on the mattress and there was a nude boy on the girl and the girl was not moving but the boy was moving a lot.
Another girl, with incredibly large b.r.e.a.s.t.s and large eyes, and a stocky-looking boy sat nude on the other side of the mattress and watched the boy on the girl. They lifted their heads as Clyde and Brian came in, and Brian could see that they were stoned to the max.
The two smiled at them in unison, as if they had but one set of facial muscles between them.
The boy riding the girl grunted, once, real loud. After a moment he rolled off her smiling, his p.e.n.i.s half-hard, dripping.
The girl on the mattress still did not move. She lay with her eyes closed and her arms by her sides.
”This is Loony Tunes,” Clyde said, pointing to the boy who had just rolled off the girl.
”This is Stone,” he said, pointing to the stocky boy. ”If he talks, I've never heard it.” He did not introduce either girl. ”This is all we got around here right now, cream of the crop.”
The girl on the mattress still had not moved.
The one called Loony Tunes laughed once in a while, for no apparent reason.
Clyde said, ”Go ahead and tend to your rat killing, me and Brian got plans.” Then he snapped his fingers and pointed to the nude girl with the big b.r.e.a.s.t.s and the silly smile.
She stood up, wavering a bit. With ten pounds and something to truly smile about, she might have been pretty. She looked like she needed a bath.
Clyde held out his hand. She came around the mattress and took it. He put an arm around her waist.
The one called Stone crawled on top of the girl on the mattress.
She still did not move.
Brian could see now that her eyes were actually only half-closed and her eyeb.a.l.l.s were partly visible. They looked as cool and expressionless as marbles.
Stone took hold of his sudden erection and put it in her.
She still did not move.
Stone began to grunt.
Loony Tunes laughed.