Double Gun Dealer Boxed Set Page 11

  “What happened?”

  I turned to see my new friend rubbing her head and trying to pull herself up. I walked to her and took her arm, helping her onto the bed as any gentleman would, but I hoped she did not call me by name because like I said, I don’t know hers and I prefer it that way. This is not personal and a name is to me. It is the only thing I own outright and no one gets it easily.

  “My head feels funny, was that your Mom?” she asked me and I touched the bloody spot on her head and sighed.

  “Yes.” I lied; I just did it to shut her up hopefully. Melissa is an older woman, I am 23, she is 35, she has money and a husband who lets her play with it and people and she likes to play with me. I like her money and that is pretty much it. In the beginning when I met her it was a lot more fun but now she is getting strange as in obsessive and I need her to stop fucking up my income. She offered to pay me a salary, but honestly I don’t want to be tied to her in that way, which I am sure is why her husband lets her wander, or so she says.

  “Well, she is a bitch.”

  I laughed and took my fingers from her hair.

  “Yes, she is.”

  She grinned at me and stood up, still a bit dizzy but our business had been done before Melissa barged in. She walked to her coat and slipped it on over her bra and panties and I stood up ready to help her, but she pulled money from her purse and dropped it to the floor and waited as I looked down at it.

  “Pick it up,” she said, and I knelt down and started to collect it as she touched my hair and I closed my eyes, not from pleasure of it, but disgust. They all end up being this way, they love to flaunt the money and treat me like shit. I accept it as I accept the money, with distaste but I also live in a profession that leaves little room for compassion and so be it. I accept my fate, as anyone should. My Mom was a whore and I guess it is in the blood, so to speak.

  I stood up with the money and she smiled at me and touched my face.

  “I would like to see you on every Tuesday from now on.”

  I nodded and agreed with her. She was actually fun to fuck, minus this dog treatment at the end. She loved to pull my hair and scream my name and it helped me come faster which is the point sometimes, to just get the shit on and over with. She walked to the door and waited for me to open it up and as I did, the woman who I had noticed a few days prior was stepping into her room across from mine. My client kissed me on the cheek and left me, glancing at her and her at me. I leaned in my doorway and she grinned at me and shook her head, popping her hotel door open and ready to leave me behind, as she probably should. Then she stopped and turned back to me as I watched her.

  “How long have you been a prostitute?” she asked me and I stood up straight and opened my mouth and she was gone, calling me what I truly am and making me feel like shit. I slammed my door and walked back to my dresser and pulled my silver tin of cigarettes and placed it to my lips. My hand a bit shaky as I lit it with a gift from Melissa, that of a very expensive pure silver lighter, etched in elaborate symbols. I tossed it on the dresser like trash and then sat down on the edge of my bed and looked around. I then decided to go out, I mean fuck it. I am not going to sit here and feel beaten down by some girl who thinks she can just judge me and shit. Fuck that.

  I stepped into the coffee shop and looked around. Only a few people seemed to be here and that was fine. I really just want to do something normal, get a coffee and sit back…maybe read the newspaper and pretend I am on a break from work. I guess I sorta am. I mean my work comes and goes and provides me with moments to lounge like this. I stepped up to the table and then eyed a booth in the corner and it was perfect, a nice little hideaway from anyone stepping in here and some peace and quiet. I never get much of either with the amount of women who pass through.

  I walked to the stand with free reads on it, grabbed a paper, walked to the table and took a seat. I slid over, stretching out a bit and accepting the relaxing feeling. The evening had had enough excitement for me. I try to keep to myself, except when fishing. Fishing is a term I like to use when I am looking for new clients to seduce. They are usually easy to spot and even easier to get into the bed, but I do let them know beforehand of the price and I have set myself up pretty nicely in the best part of London, away from stink and cheap whores. My job is more upscale and I also provide attention. This is something some men never master as they hunt fox and play chess with their mates ignoring the needs of their women completely. That is where I come in and when I say I come, I mean like a storm into their lives, taking them to places they have never been too, not only in the world but also in my bed. Do I sound like a prick? Maybe to some, but trust me, when sex is your business you get pretty damn good at it and I have to say I am probably the best they have.

  I opened the paper up and heard the waitress, I lowered it a bit and then said my usual…a coffee, black as night with two sugars and a dash of cream. I rattled it off and heard nothing and then looked up to see her, the girl in my hotel, across from me. She works here no doubt and was just as thrilled to see me, as I was to see her. She raised an eyebrow and then turned away and I laughed. She stopped and turned back to me and stared me down.

  “What?” I asked her and she shook her head and walked to the counter, grabbed a large cup and the coffee pot and filled my cup. She looked to be muttering a bit but I went back to fake reading as she brought my coffee back and sat it down. I looked down and saw her heels, red and nice. Nicer than I would expect a waitress to wear and maybe she does it for tips. Who knows? I mean money comes at a price in any job where you serve the public; I know this more than anyone. I looked up at her and she watched me, then leaned in and opened her mouth. Her smell was intoxicating and her lips were absolutely perfect, adorned with the same red as her shoes. Her hair was dark, almost black in color and her eyes green, like emeralds. I notice all details on women, makes it easier to woo them in the bedroom. Compliments work, if you deliver them correctly that is.

  “You never answered me before,” she said and I lowered the paper and leaned up too as I grinned slightly.

  “You shut your door as I was about to tell you my life story.”

  She laughed under her breath and watched my expression to see if it would change, but honestly I am a master at reading people normally and I can adapt very well to any given situation.

  “Oh really?” she said and I held my hand out to her.

  “Ethan.”

  I blinked as she shook my hand and just realized I used my real name with her.

  “Elizabeth, but people call me Izzy,” she said and I smiled.

  “So I get the nickname in under a minute, I call that progress and very hopeful.”

  She leaned on her heel as her boss watched her from behind the counter; she was obviously lingering to long at my table.

  “I feel sorry for you,” she said and she turned and left me. I sat back with my mouth open a bit as her insults just kept coming. She was actually very good at getting people to tell her shit and I may be the amateur here. I was not certain but it intrigued me, which is always step one to Fuckville for any man.

  I sat in that damn place for 2 hours, sipping on my coffee, even long after it chilled and not once did she come back to me. I even did my stare on her at one point like I would mesmerize her ass into wanting to come back, but nothing. She was good, better than I expected, and with that I found myself in a weird place. The kind of place that sits between what the fuck is going on and do I really want to know. Finally I stood up as the last of the customers were leaving too and decided to chuck it. I mean I don’t beg, normally…unless you pay me too. So this is not happening. I walked to the door, placing my hat onto my head and glancing at Izzy before exiting into the chilled night air. I blew my breath out and it floated above me and up into the darkness, I watched it for a second and heard the door ring behind me and she stepped out too, wrapping her coat tightly around her and looking in both directions.

  “Cold.”

  She glanced a
t me and said nothing to me.

  “Listen.” I started to say and she cut me off.

  “I am not lonely, if you are assuming that.”

  “I am not, not at all. I was just going to say that I am sorry you dislike me, that is all.”

  I said it and walked away like I was in some movie, popping my lapels on my coat up and becoming all mysterious, she took the bait... I had to grin as I heard her heels clicking behind me.

  “Hey,” she said and I turned back to her and kept a blank face, although I was thrilled I had finally gotten her attention.

  “I do not dislike you I just think you may be pathetic.”

  “Oh,” I said, as that was certainly not what I thought was going to happen.

  “What I mean is you have no idea what you are worth and for that I feel sorry for you, I am certain you were neglected as a child and this whole thing with women is some way you are getting back at your own mother or perhaps feeling like you control something of which you never have. And your name… I doubt it to truly be Ethan, you probably rotate names like a gun barrel and just keep on going, never getting personal or stopping long enough to care.”

  I stood there and felt like someone had punched me. She was so right it was painful and I suddenly hated her as I had my Mother and Father and that damned shithole I grew up in and for her name to be Elizabeth...how very fitting, fucking shit. I turned and walked away without saying anything to her, this is why I do not talk to people in the world, and I stick with those who want my cock.

  ****

  Half the bottle of Jack was gone before I realized it and I stood up in my room, swaying a bit and walked to the phone. I picked it up and muttered some shit even I didn’t understand and I opened the nightstand drawer, pulled out my black book full of money as in pussy, and dropped it on the bed, letting it open on its own. I then covered my eyes and pointed at it, letting my finger land anywhere and peeked to see what happened.

  “Oh fuck me,” I said as Rachel and Roxy stared up at me. Twins and twisted as hell. They loved to fuck me together and I never would say shit about it but the fact they were twins was a bit strange. I shrugged my shoulders and dialed their number to see what was happening in their world and of course they answered, together…as always.

  “Hello,” I said in a low tone and their cheerful demeanor picked up.

  “Love!” they both said in unison. I had told them my name was Thomas, but they never ever called me that. To them I was “love” and honestly I didn’t care.

  “So,” I said and they both laughed.

  “Hard?” Rachel said and Roxy giggled.

  “Rachel, manners…this is a gentleman of pleasure you are speaking too.”

  I sighed and looked around my room.

  “I am,” I said, to peek their interest and it worked.

  “Oh do tell, lovie,” Roxy said and I sat down.

  “Well, my cock is hard and someone needs to take care of it,” I said as I dropped back and lay there, rubbing my eyes.

  “If no one wants it I will simply jack off and handle this myself,” I said and they both laughed.

  “Well, that would be a waste, don’t you think, sister?”

  They both laughed again and then hung up and I knew then that they would be here shortly and it would be a long night. I do believe getting fucked by two crazy bitches will definitely take my mind off of the snobby girl across the way, who had analyzed me into erectile dysfunction. I felt my cock and it felt somewhat hard and I sighed, hoping my internal joke had not cursed my working tool that I need. I mean shit, if I go limp I starve and that would be a fucking tragedy. I stood up and walked to my window and looked out into the city streets. London is supposed to be the mecca of the world but sometimes I feel like it is the smallest place imaginable and perhaps with the New Year I will take a trip to America and leave this behind me. I heard American women are even crazier than British and so I… a knock to my door interrupted me and I looked at my watch and it had only been 10 minutes, record time for the twins but it is okay. I am ready to just fuck with no regret and get back to it.

  I walked to the door and opened it up, looking sexy as I could and there she was, miss put me in my place Izzy, looking a bit irritated. I stood up straight and rubbed my neck.

  “What?” I asked her and she stepped in and closed the door behind her quickly, walking to the window and looking out and then back at me.

  “I need for you to get down,” she said and with that a black beast of a creature crashed into my window, blowing glass all about the room and I ducked and yelled out as it screamed this horrible noise that pieced my skull and made my teeth hurt. I didn’t even know that was possible but it is. Izzy then pulled up her dress and I got caught up in her legs, as amazing as they were and she pulled two guns, one strapped to each one and pointed forward, shooting at the thing as it swayed and ducked her, screaming the whole way. I scooted back as quickly as I could as it entered my room and slammed one black-clawed foot down then the other and tore into the wood floor. He hissed and coughed, hacking up some bile and letting it hang from it sharpened teeth down its chin. My eyes were wide and shock would have overtaken me if I had not been so intoxicated.

  Izzy then jumped up as it lunged at her and landed on its shoulders like a fucking cat, all graceful, and shot downward into its skull. The bullet penetrated and the creature swayed back and forth and knocked her from it. She flew across the room, hit my bed and bounced off, hitting the wall and cracking it slightly. She moaned as it must have hurt and then the beast saw me and it started to walk towards me as I did my best to look for anything to fight it. I saw a piece of glass and picked it up, ignoring the fact it was cutting into my flesh and pushed myself up, hand shaking and pointed the glass at it and it stopped and hissed at me. Then it started to morph into something I could almost recognize and then it fell down and coughed up black ooze and then stood, cracking its neck and smiling at me.

  “Melissa?” I asked her and she grinned, her teeth still sharp and swiped me with her hand. I cried out as I flew across the room and hit the wall too, sliding down it in a pile of pain and piss. Yes, try seeing this shit and not pissing yourself...liar.

  “Ethan!” Izzy yelled at me as she tossed me one of her guns and although I had never in my life shot one it felt like it had been there all along. An old friend who had just been on holiday. I aimed it at Melissa who was still pissed obviously and as she ran at me screaming I shot her once in the heart, lucky shot if you ask me but that seemed to do the trick and she stopped, swayed on her feet and then looked at me all sad and dropped like a sack of shit onto my wooden floor. I lowered the gun and tried to catch my breath but I have no idea how I was supposed to do that at all. I mean this was the craziest shit I had ever witnessed and as that thought floated through my mind, Izzy jerked me up to my feet and looked at my face.

  “Are you hurt? Did she bite or claw you?” she asked me and shook my head no as I had no words to speak.

  “Okay then, we need to…”

  The door swung open or more like was kicked in as the twins stood there and looked us both over. I tilted my head and Izzy let me go and laughed.

  “Seriously?” she said and the twins giggled.

  “Roxy, I think we have a tracker to eat,” she said and I looked at them and then to Izzy, who held her guns up and cracked her own neck once.

  “Fuck you bitches, bring it,” she said and they both lunged at her and the fight was on…or so I was told. Rachel struck me in the mouth and it was lights out as the screaming faded and the room exploded in gunfire and cursing...

  ****

  “Oh shit,” I said as I rolled over.

  “Get up.” A voice said from the shadows and I looked over to the large window and a silhouette of a woman stood there, leaning on one hip with her hand and watching the large moon. I eyed her curves as it was hard not to. She was not large but her body seemed perfectly proportioned. Her hair looked long and blonde and I like that. They she t
urned walked up to my bed and knew her face; it was Izzy, only she had appeared to have changed her hair.

  “Blonde?” I said as I coughed and she narrowed her eyes. I sat up and held my head for a moment and looked around a dark room, candles lit sparingly in it and it was slightly chill. It was certainly not the Hotel and that was okay, but where the fuck am I, and what the hell happened?