Posted by NotThatJack on July 05, 20010 at 14:50:08:
This is my first 'stab' at a story. It is dedicated to SAM - the master.
A Good Night
I was driving the jeep through the dessert towards the bright lights of the city, occasionally, without thinking, reaching over and fingering the soft silky fabric of the dress on the passenger seat beside me.
“Yeah”, I thought smiling, “turned out to be a really good night after all.”
It had started pretty nice; some of the boys had gone with the Boss to the Sands to catch the Rat Pack performing. When they walked in, they got a one of the best tables. Helluva show too. Went on pretty long. Long enough for the boss’s girl -the latest one on the side, and who knew if his wife knew or cared about them.
Judy was her name, short blond hair. Had to be short with those headdresses she wore as one of the showgirls. Rest of her was what you would expect, long legs, nice rack, and slim waist. Had them big blue eyes too and those lips, pouty and full. Real doll.
After the show, we headed to the boss’s little place, the one he hid from citizens, ran into that wanna be, Reg, on the way to the car and he came along. Strange guy that Reg, liked to hang around with us ‘mobsters’. He would borrow money he didn’t need and pay it back, vig and all, just to hang with us some. We liked to push him around a bit. Funny little guy. Whenever the boss’s girl left he would shake his head and say, “Sure wish I could sleep with a showgirl once. ‘Course, if my wife found out, she’d cut it off!”
Anyway, we was hanging out at the boss’s place. Judy was giving the boss a neck massage, when Reg comes walking up to him, been drinking a bit, and stumbles, bumping into the boss. Well, the boss, just looks at him, shakes his head, gives him a shot right to the jaw. We all laugh as Reg, flies backwards and slams into the coffee table.
Well, he don’t get up right away and then we see all the blood pooling under his head, messing up the rug. Little Lou goes over and checks.
“He’s gone”, Lou says, “Hit his head on the table, cracked it open. What a jerk.”
“Shit”, the boss says, standing up, “Rugs ruined. Well, wrap him up in it and bury him out in the dessert.”
I look over and Judy is standing here, her eyes big, shaking a bit.
I catch the boss’ eye and nod in her direction. He looks over and shakes his head, walks over to her and puts his arm around her.
“Gotta do that baby”, he says quiet.
“But … but .. it was an accident”, she says with a catch in her voice, “We ought call the cops.”
Uh-uh, doll”, the boss says, “Cops’ll never buy
it. Cause too much trouble.”
Judy looks around, sees all of us
staring at her, our eyes cold.
“OK, sweetie”, She says, “I get it. I won’t say anything. I’ll just go home and I was never here.”
“Shhh”, boss says all soft, touching her cheek and giving her a kiss, “I need to make sure of that.”
“No, baby”, she says, her voice shaking.
He smiles, “Not what you think, doll. I wouldn’t wanta lose you. What’s gonna happen is you and one of the boys take Reg out to the dessert like I said and bury him. That way you’re what they call an accessory after the fact and you’re in it as deep as any of us. That way I can know for sure you ain’t gonna rat. OK?”
She looks in his eyes and gives a half smile, “Sure baby. Whatever you say.”
I listened good to what came next, seeing who helps her bury Reg. If he picks one of the other boys, then she would be coming back like he said. If he picks me, then she stays out in the dessert. The boss knows my thing, my hobby. No one else, just him. You learn a lot serving together in the war.
“Jack”, He says, “Take Judy and you two take care of old Reg, OK?”
I smiled, “Sure boss. No problem. I’ll take the jeep.”
I start rolling the stiff in the rug and then lift it up over my shoulder.
I toss the keys to Judy, “Go open the back of the jeep. I’ll be there in a sec”
She heads to the door as the boss says, looking right at me “Bury him nice. Make his wish come true.”
“Check”
Judy says nothing as we drive, just glancing back at the rolled up rug every once in a while and giving a shudder. So, after a while, we’re out in the desert, no light around and I stop the jeep.
I get out and start taking off my shirt.
“What are you doing?”, Judy says, a hint of fear in her voice.
“Look, kid”, I say laughing,”Don’t get your panties in a twist. You’re the boss’s girl so I won’t do nothing to you, got it. I don’t wanna get these nice clothes all dirty, so I’m gonna strip down to my shorts. You might wanna do the same. Boss ain’t gonna like you getting that dress all messy after what he paid for it. Anyway. I ain’t gonna see nothin’ I haven’t seen in the show right?”
“Oh. OK”
She gets out on the other side and takes off her clothes. I step to the back and unlock it. Hauling out the rug, I walk over in front of the jeep about 20 feet where there’s still light from the headlights and go back and grab a couple of shovels. I drop them next to the rug and drop something else near the rug while she ain’t looking.
She steps out from her side of the jeep, her tits are high and firm and the breeze out here has he nipples standing up like soldiers above her flat belly, leading to red panties. Her legs are long, smooth, and a bit muscular from all the dancing. I hand her a shovel and take one myself and I start digging.
“Come on”, I say a bit roughly, “Get going. I ain’t digging this hole all by myself.”
I’m surprised when she starts digging without complaint. She works hard and a sheen of sweat starts to glisten over her body as we both dig without a word.
After about 20 minutes, I stand up and toss my shovel to the side, “That’s enough”
I drag the rug to the hole, picking up what I had carefully dropped, motion her over, and she helps me roll it into the hole.
“You going to say anything”, she says, a little out of breath.
“Sure. Reg, looks like your wish is gonna come true.”
“What does that mean?”
I slide the switchblade I had picked up into my right hand and moved my left slowly towards her. Watching her face closely, I said, “Reg always said he wished he could sleep with a showgirl.”
I see the confusion in her eyes, followed by the comprehension. That’s when my hand goes up and grabs her hair at the back of her head. As he began to pull away, I brought the switchblade up and pressed the release.
‘SNICK’
The sound of the blade snapping out always got their attention and froze them for that spilt second. That’s all I needed. I pressed the blade to the throat and said, “Don’t move.”
Her eyes were wide and he breath came fast, “Why,
Jack? You don’t have to do this. I did what you wanted, I’m … you know
…after the fact.”
“Aw, baby”, I said softly, “That don’t matter. If
the cops come after you they just offer immunity and you’ll fold. You
know that’s so. I gotta do this.”
“No you don’t”, she says quickly, trying whatever she can to live, “You can say you killed me and I can go way. Nobody has to know. I’ll go far way. That way you don’t have to … hurt me”
“You don’t get it, do you Judy”, I say leaning in and whispering in her ear, “I wanta do it. I like doing it. Killing pretty girls gets me off.”
I look into he eyes, smiling as I see the horror and fear take over.
“Let’s get started, shall we”, I say.
I see her begin to take a breath to scream and I drive the blade into her gut, about 2 inches to the right of her navel.
She grunts as the breath is knocked from her, her eyes go wide.
“No”, she says in a kind of squeak, “No no no no”
I give the knife a twist and pull it out slowly, blood appearing for the first time, running down her flat belly.
“Ahhhh god”, she says as the pain hits harder, her right leg drawing up some.
Her hands go to the wound and press. A small scream is forced out as this causes even more pain. Looking down, she sees the blood on her belly and her hands.
She looks at me, her eyes soft and vulnerable, “Please. Don’t. I didn’t do anything.”
“I know”, I say harshly, “I don’t care”
Quickly I plunge the knife in twice more- in, out, in out – the same area as before.
She gives a high pitched whine and writhes in my grip. Quickly, I grab her hair with my right hand, switch the knife to my left and run the blade into her three times on the other side of her belly.
“Ugh. Ugh. Ugh”, I hear as the breath is driven from her by the blows.
I look down and see that the blood covering her torso is the same color as her now blood soaked panties.
I look at her and her eyes catch mine as a low moan escapes her lips. Her knees begin to give way and she reaches up to grab my shoulders as she slowly sinks, her body sliding down mine.
I put my arm around her waist and lower her gently, her feet falling into the grave, her back against me.
There’s a bit of blood trickling from her mouth, “Oh god… It hurts…”
Her body stiffens,” Please, help me.”, she moans, I hear a light bubbling in her throat.
“Sure, kid”, I say in her ear, “Don’t want to be too late back. Let’s get the third act started.”
“She looks at me, not understanding, weak, her legs draw up as more pain hits.
“Time to finish things”, I say.
She shakes her head from side to side, pleading with her eyes.
Switching hands quickly, I drive the blade in hard on her sides, left and right, tit high.
Her back arches with each stab as blood, first red, then pink and frothy pours from the wounds in her side.
She coughs and more blood comes from her mouth as her breathing becomes more difficult, her breath bubbling.
She tries to say something but does not seem to have the strength.
“It’s OK”, I say, “Almost over. Soon, no more pain.”
I lean her back so that her head is in my lap. Carefully I put the tip of the blade under her left breast. Waiting, I look into her eyes. Her lips are saying “No. No. No.”, but only a froth of blood comes out. I smile and slide the blade in, over her ribs and into her heart. I keep my eyes locked on hers as I feel her heart through the blade. Her eyes go even wider and a look of horror fills them as the imminence of her death is driven home. Quickly, I pull the blade out, a gout of blood follows it, her body shakes, two, three times, then collapses. The horror in her eyes fades as her life ends.
“That was beautiful, Judy”, I say kissing her cheek, “Thank you.”
I roll her into the grave on top of the rug,
after cleaning up, I shovel the dirt back over the two bodies and head
back, driving through the dessert towards the bright lights of the city,
occasionally, without thinking, reaching over and fingering the soft
silky fabric of the dress on the passenger seat beside me. A good night.