Dirty Old Men [And Other Stories] (Zane Presents) (18 page)

“That’s good. Me either.” Jessica grinned.

They climbed onto the elevator and reached the third floor to head toward his two-bedroom apartment. Marion grew more anxious every step of the way.

We almost at my door now,
he told himself gleefully. He felt like a brand-new adult with his own personal space again. But he didn’t let on how anxious he was from the outside. He remained as cool as a cucumber. He stopped at apartment 312.

“Here we go, right here.”

Jessica continued to smile and waited for him to open it. Once they walked in, she took a casual walk around and nodded again.

“Nice. So, this is where you bring your women,” she teased him.

Marion laughed it off. “Now, just ’cause I took some of that Viagra don’t make me no gigolo. But I can’t say I don’t want to experiment with it.” Then he smiled in her direction and added, “So, like I told you all last night, I might have to find me one good woman who can keep up with me now.”

That made Jessica chuckle again. “One who can keep up with you, hunh?” she repeated.

“That’s what I said.”

She walked over to his kitchen table and sat down with her bag. “Okay, well, can I trust you?”

M.J. looked down into her eyes and frowned. “Trust me to do what?”

Instead of answering him, she dug into her white bag and pulled out a loaded Ziploc of separated pills in six different bottles. She set them in front of him on the kitchen table.

M.J. looked at her mini store of goods. “Shit. You weren’t lying about them damn pills, were you?” He sat down at the table across from her.

She separated each bottle. “These are called Blue Dolphins. I would advise you to start off with these. They’re about the most basic ecstasy pills you can get.”

She placed a small blue pill into his hand to see it.

M.J. looked at the small pill in the palm of his hand. “Shit, they actually got dolphins on ’em.”

She smiled at his wonder. “That’s what everybody says when they see them. So, you start with one and then see if you can handle two. And always have about five to six hours to clear the effects out of your system before you go anywhere important, like work, or to a family or business event.”

“Unless I plan to get my freak on there, right?” he joked.

She took the Blue Dolphin from his hand and returned it to its bottle. Then she moved on to the next pill. It was a white one with a small number “9” on it.

“This one here is called Cloud Nine. Now that one’s a little stronger. It’ll have you going all night and still up the next morning. But that’s mainly for like, the weekend, and people who want to party all night.”

“Shit,” M.J. muttered. “So, that’s like them Rock Star energy juices.”

“Yeah, but much stronger,” she warned. She continued her demonstration, moving on to the next pill.

“This one’s called Business Man Trip. And it relaxes you, and makes you feel like you’re enjoying a vacation.”

Then she paused and looked at him. “Now, these other three, I wouldn’t
even sell to you. They’re all hallucinogens. But while I have them out on the table, I’ll tell you what they are.”

M.J. sat across the table and thought,
Well, I’ll be damned! She’s actually a real drug dealer! And to think that she was so damn sweet.

“Seventh Heaven, Blue Mystic, and Salvia are pills I mainly sell to white people. Blue Mystic is the safest. Seventh Heaven is a little stronger. And this Salvia stuff…” She stopped and shook her head. “I didn’t even wanna sell that shit, to tell you the truth, but they kept asking me for it.”

M.J. sat there blown away for a minute. “And you actually…
deal
with this stuff, like on an everyday basis?”

She shook it off. “Not
every
day, no. I mean, when I have my son with me, I don’t bother with it. I have a few people who work with me. But you can’t run around talking about this stuff like you talk about Viagra.”

“You don’t say,” he quipped sarcastically. He didn’t know what else to say or do. He really didn’t want to get involved with sex drugs and hallucinogens.

“So, how much do you sell them for?” he figured he’d ask her, for the hell of it.

“Ten to fifteen dollars, depending on how many they want.”

“And how many do they usually buy?”

“Shit, some people buy up to twenty of them at a time.”

“So, you can make plenty of good money off it.”

“Yeah,” she admitted. “I wouldn’t do it, if not. You wanna try the Blue Dolphin?” she asked. She slipped it in there as if they were talking about having a drink of coffee.

M.J. hesitated. “Ahhh…well…” He didn’t want to seem like a
pussy
by backing down, but he didn’t want to be a
fool
either.

“You want me to take one with you?”

M.J. looked into her face and studied her meaning.

“Now, if you take it with me…” He didn’t see how he could turn that offer down.

She said, “Then I’ll stay for awhile and let you fuck me.”

M.J. couldn’t believe his damn ears. And she was so damn
smooth
about it. So instead of responding to her, he began to chuckle.

“Shit,” he let out. “Now…” He wanted to ask if he could fuck her without
taking the pills, but he hesitated again. She had the old man backing up on his heels.

“I mean, I’m not gonna force you to; you’re a grown man. But since you were so adamant about taking Viagra… And then you started asking me about everything else. So, I figured, you know…”

He nodded, following her logic to a tee. She was calling his bluff and basically punking him out. He was all mouth and no action.

“Well, is this how you usually, ah…”

“Hell no,” she cut him off with her first frown. “I don’t sleep around with these people like that. I told you, I don’t get it like that anymore. But I thought that you were a nice older guy. So, you know…I thought about it and said, ‘Why not?’ I figured I would make your day.”

Marion’s Viagra-enhanced dick was already rock hard under the table. He didn’t need any Blue Dolphin pill to fuck her; jut listening to her made him want to fuck.

He grinned. “Well, that’s real nice of you, Jessica.” He sat there and stared across the table at her. He was on cloud nine without a pill. “Are these pills addictive?”

“Is your Viagra addictive? Is good pussy? Is money addictive? You tell me,” she commented with a grin. “It’s all what you make of it. But I’m not addicted to anything. My
son,
” she added.

She had a good point. How much control could one exert over anything? So he went ahead and challenged her.

“Well, let me see you take one of those pills,” he stated.

She smiled. “You think I won’t?”

“Let me see you.”

Jessica opened up the bottle of Blue Dolphin pills and placed one on her tongue. Then she popped a second one and swallowed them both.

M.J. stared at her as if he were in a daze.

“But
you
just take
one
for now. That’s all you’ll need the first time.” Then she handed him a Blue Dolphin.

M.J. looked straight ahead at her and didn’t acknowledge the pill. “And you’ll stay here and let me fuck you, right?”

She nodded. “Yeah. It’s in my system now. So we watch TV or listen to music for a half-hour, and then it’s on.”

M.J. heard that and popped the pill into his mouth without looking at it. “And how long are you planning on staying?” He didn’t want another woman running out on him before he was completely satisfied.

Jessica looked at her watch. “I have to be at work at eight o’clock in the morning. And I only need five hours of sleep. So you do the math.”

“That’s about one o’clock,” he told her. “And it’s seven now. That gives us less than five hours.”

Jessica chuckled. “Yeah, you
are
greedy. You will need a good woman for all that. But if I had a change of clothes with me…”

M.J. smiled it off. “It’s the
thought
that counts. So I’m glad you’re at least
thinking
about it.”

“Yeah. I like your vibe. And I know that you like
mine,
” she told him.

“Damn right,” he admitted. “I don’t even
need
thirty minutes.”

She laughed it off and put her stash of drugs back into her bag to move it from the kitchen table.

“Is that right?” she asked him. “Well, let me see what you working with. You got gray hairs down there, too?”

Suddenly, M.J. felt ashamed of his age. Why did she have to be so blunt about it? He couldn’t pull his dick out on the table like that for a young woman to see it. So he reversed the challenge back to her again.

“Let me see what
you
working with. You ’da one with all the youth.”

Jessica didn’t mind it. She kicked off her heels under the table and stood up to take off her skirt and pantyhose. And she wore no panties. Then she started to undo her white shirt.

When she was totally naked, she sat up on his kitchen table and asked, “Now what you wanna do with me?”

First he stood up and studied her naked body. M.J. had not seen a woman’s body that young and lean in person in nearly twenty years.

Got’ dammit, look what the hell I’ve been missing all these years,
he told himself. Jessica grabbed his hands and made him fondle her nipples. Then she took his index finger and made him play with her pussy.

“When it hits you, you gon’ get real open,” she told him. She slid her long right leg into his crotch, to rub his hardened dick with.

Why me?
M.J. asked himself.
What did I do to deserve THIS?

While he continued to fondle her breasts and toy with her pussy lips,
Jessica began to undo his light-blue work shirt, button by button. Then she slid her soft hands under his T-shirt and fondled
his
nipples.

Marion jerked in response, surprised at how good it felt. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to stop her or not.

That shit makes ME feel like the damn girl! Is that how this Blue Dolphin kicks in? It’s not even thirty minutes yet,
he calculated.

Jessica pulled him closer to her and French-kissed him with plenty of tongue action.

Oh, shit! Imagine that on my dick,
he thought. That made him throb harder and pray for freedom at the edge of the table. So he undid his belt, button and zipper to unleash his one-eyed monster.

Jessica caught him there at the edge of the table and massaged his dick, up and down and around, with her fingers.

Her soft touch felt so good to him that he backed up with slow thrusts and began to fuck her fingers.

She gon’ make me cum in her damn hands!
he warned himself.
How crazy would that be?
So he stopped the madness before he fucked around and wasted his first nut.

“Let me go get my protection,” he told her.

Before he could move away, she gave him another forceful peck on the lips.

“I’ll be waiting for you right here.”

Marion damn near tripped over his undone pants as he stumbled toward his bedroom for the condoms inside of his nightstand.

“Be careful, baby,” Jessica warned him with a giggle.

Shit, she ain’t gon’ change her mind up on me, is she?
he panicked. He couldn’t believe he was that close to fucking a fine woman younger than his three kids.
She’s right there on my kitchen table like a damn Thanksgiving Day turkey,
he told himself.

He rushed back out with four loose condoms in his hands and dropped the extras on the floor. But Jessica stopped him from putting one on.

“Hold on, you wanna feel it hit you first,” she suggested.

M.J. didn’t give a damn. He still felt that she would somehow disappear like Cinderella before he got a chance to fuck her. So he was increasingly anxious about it.

“Slow down, baby, I’m not going anywhere,” she promised.

“You sure?” he asked her. He sounded like a desperate beggar.

Jessica laughed at him and stood up naked from the table.

“Where’s the bedroom?”

M.J. snapped to it and led her there, finally stepping out of his pants and drawers. He didn’t care about the awkwardness of his age at that point. The heat was on! So he took his T-shirt off, too.

Jessica reached his bedroom and stretched out on his bed, spread eagle like an erotic freak show. M.J. stood there and watched her. He began to fondle himself, while standing at attention, seven inches long.

Holy mother of Christ! I’m going to hell now, ain’t I? There’s no turning back now,
he told himself.

He jumped into his bed with her and got swallowed up by a seductive octopus. She was all over him. Then he felt the magic of the Blue Dolphin pill kicking in. His body felt extra clammy without the heat on. It was the intense body heat that did it. And Jessica was running her hands all through his mane of gray hair.

“You should have this all trimmed down and keep it neat and handsome. You could get a whole lot more girls that way,” she advised. Even her voice turned him on now.

She began to climb down his body in bed and suck his nipples, while massaging his torso, and slipping and sliding her long, naked legs inside of his.

I’m still a MAN!
Marion told himself.
I’m not a woman! But damn, her lips feel like I got TITTIES in this motherfucker!

Then she turned him over and licked down his neck until she reached his back and kept going. Her fingers rubbed up his sides, barely touching his skin, as she tickled him into girlish submission.

Oooooohhh, shiiiiitttt!
M.J. squealed in his mind. He wouldn’t
dare
allow himself to voice it. But his body told on him anyway. He shook in small convulsions as if his skin was having individual orgasms. He had turned into a hyper-sexual alien with multiple dicks and pussies on his neck, back, ribs, ass, legs…even his toes felt climactic.

“Can you feel it now, baby? The Blue Dolphin?” she whispered.

M.J. could barely speak. He was terrified of what might slip out of his mouth. His dick pressed so hard against the bed sheets that he had to reach
down and adjust it before it broke in half on him. Then he felt her wet, feathery tongue inching down to the dip in his back before she licked him around his hairy ass.