Game Night (10 page)

“Get on the fucking floor!”

Drops of blood dripped from the tip of
the gun onto the beige carpet.

He did as he was told and lowered
himself to the floor with his hands up in a surrender position. He
was on his knees.

“Now lay down,” Megan
commanded.

He laid on his back with his head
facing the couch. Megan walked over him and stood above him. She
slowly lowered herself down on him, straddling his body. She was
facing Liz. The shot gun was aiming right between his eyes. She
could feel him trembling beneath her. He began to speak but she
shushed him and started making circles around his lips with the
bloody gun. She stuck it in his mouth. He gagged when the taste hit
him. Blood, steel and oil was the flavor. She pushed the gun down
farther into his mouth and he began to choke. Spit and drool crept
out of the side of his mouth. No one said a word and no one tried
to help him. Megan leaned over him, making the gun go deeper into
his mouth. Her dark, auburn hair fell all around her face.
Nightmare was making gurgling, gasping and choking sounds. His arms
spread out onto the floor as if he was trying to hold onto
something but there was nothing there and he knew that his life was
coming to an end by the hands of this girl sitting on top of him
with a frightening, insane look in her eyes. The moment was intense
and Megan felt empowered and in control and maybe just a little bit
turned on because she had this fuck right where she wanted him and
then she pulled the gun from his mouth and pointed it at
Liz.

“Drink the fucking coke!”

Liz looked at Megan and her eyes
started to well up with tears and then she smiled at her best
friend because she knew the game had ended……..

“You bitch. How are you gonna do
that?”

“Gotcha!” Megan laughed out loud and
then smiled at Liz. She made a ‘powpowpow’ sound at her and clicked
the trigger on the empty and blood free sawed off shot gun in her
hand. Nightmare who wasn’t really Nightmare began clapping his
hands as Megan pulled herself off of him. Conner’s dad who really
wasn’t Conner’s dad also began clapping. And Badman who really
wasn’t a simpleton joined his business partners in the cheering
fest of a job well done.

Liz gave a ‘wootwoot’ to Megan who had
the biggest goddam smile on her face because game night was a
success. She knew it would be ever since she talked to Conner two
nights ago on the phone. But then she looked sorrowfully at Liz.
“I’m so sorry hon to have to do that at the end, but it was
perfect. And just so you know I would never in my life make you
suck down a coke knowing you’re diabetic.”

Liz just shrugged like it was nothing
and smiled at Megan. “Don’t sweat it Hollywood. I have to admit
that was pretty sick.”

The man by the name of Kristof Barnes,
who had pretended to be a deranged, sex fiend lunatic by the name
of Nightmare, began to sit up from the floor. He stood
up.

“Holy shit, that was fantastic you
guys! What a trip.” His enthusiasm spread throughout the group of
fully clothed teens in Conner’s living room.

Kristof looked and pointed at Conner,
“And you sir, that was freaking intense over there on the pool
table. Wow! But I do have to thank you for letting us use your
house for the event.”

Conner wanted to say thanks but instead
he pointed out to Kristof that he couldn’t believe he was English
or at least that’s what Conner assumed by his accent.

“How did you mask your accent like
that, especially with some hillbilly’s voice!” Conner asked
him.

“Practice mate, lots of practice. When
you’re in the role playing business you gotta be prepared. And
speaking of that, here my wonderful little prankster.” Kristof
pulled out a glossy red business card and handed it to Megan. It
read: E.R.S. Extreme Roleplaying Services. Owner, Kristof
Barnes.

“You my doll are going to make a great
actress,” he said.

Andi then said, “I’m just glad Conner’s
dad didn’t come home for real.”

“Now that would have been a real
nightmare,” Conner said and everyone did a unified sigh of relief
that he didn’t come home and find his son with these strange men
with English accents doing weird shit in his living room. But of
course Conner knew his dad well and knew that he wouldn’t come home
unannounced and see the weird game his son was playing.

The man pretending to be Conner’s dad
sat up. He said, “Mate, please tell me for the love of god that you
are not really fifteen.”

Conner told him, “Hell no. Man I’m
nineteen.”

Megan went over to Conner, who she has
been seeing since she was fifteen, and put her arms around him. She
kissed him and said, “Thanks for agreeing to do this. And you guy’s
to.” She turned and faced Liz and Andi.

Liz said, “I have to admit, I thought
it was a little weird at first but then I got to thinking about it
and it sounded a lot better than falling down dead drunk at some
jocks graduation party. I can’t drink anyway. Alcohol fucks my
blood sugar up.

“Wait, are you really diabetic?”
Kristof asked with an astonished look on his face.

“Yep, full blown since I was ten and
just so everyone knows, my blood sugar is fine.”

Megan said, “I know. I saw it after you
checked it and I was glad I didn’t have to use the code word to
stop.”

“Wow,” Kristof said to Liz, “that was
some great acting then with that whole bit. You ever think about
becoming an actress?”

“Oh, hell no. That’s all Hollywood
right there. You know this was all her idea.”

“Indeed it was,” Kristof said smiling
at Megan. “She made it clear that she wanted it to be rather
extreme. I hope we satisfied her need. And you the great thing
about all this is, is that no one got hurt and we’re fully
dressed.”

When she consulted with Kristof two
weeks ago about the services his business provides, she made it
clear that no one would actually be hurt and that no one had to get
undressed. They could just role play it. And that’s what they
did.

Conner stood behind his
girlfriend with his hands on her shoulders. He leaned and whispered
something in her ear. She blushed and laughed like a little girl at
what he said.
Thanks for deflowering
me.
She had a big smile on her face as she
looked around the room where everyone was laughing and conversing
with the nice English gentlemen over the sick and disturbing game
they just played. Everyone was in high spirits and excited about
the evenings game.

Well done Megan, well done. Not bad for
a chick that refuses to take it in the ass from some hung stud out
in the wild west, but has no problem dreaming up some twisted game
as she dances in front of the mirror alone in her too short shorts,
feeling young and sexy and all American in her all American middle
class house with middle class parents that think they truly know
and understand their daughter, but have no fucking idea of the sick
and vile thoughts running through their sweethearts mind when she
kisses them goodbye or hangs out with them on a Saturday night or
has that deep and meaningful mother daughter conversation over
coffee and Pepperidge farm Milano cookies, and if they only knew
how much Conner loved sticking his prick deep inside her warm,
sweet smelling pussy in his daddy’s mansion every Friday night and
how he pushes her head into the pillow when he’s fucking her from
behind, smashing her face down along with her lovely large
breast’s, chocking her ass out because she likes the rough stuff,
and how she sucks all her cream white girl stuff off his cock as
she sits bowlegged on his toilet peeing, looking flushed and pretty
and him jerking off on her eighteen year old face and how she asked
him one night laying in his bed after they fucked for two hours
straight how he felt about a role playing game and he said fuck
yeah and her knowing all along that he would never say no to
her.

“
Well then,” Kristof said
cheerfully, ‘I believe we settled up beforehand right? So if you’re
happy and satisfied with your experience, then we are as well and
if there is anything else we can do for you, please let us know.
Oh, and don’t forget to go to our facebook page and….”

There was a knock at the
door. Unknown muffled voices could be heard outside. Everyone
froze. Another knock.
Help, please someone
help!

Megan looked at Conner with scared
eyes. He shook his head and mouthed, “I don’t know?”

Another knock.
Hello, please, is there anyone home. I need
help!

Kristof was looking at Conner like he
was the one in charge now. He was wondering how long it was going
to take him to answer the door. This was reality and game night was
over. The fun and exciting mood had changed quickly because the
knock had jolted everyone.

Slowly, Conner walked to the front
door. Megan was close behind him as were the others in the hallway.
He put his hand on the gold plated door knob. “It sounds like
someone is hurt,” Conner whispered over his shoulder to Megan. She
had her arms crossed and motioned for Conner to open the door but
first he said, “Hello, who is it?”

Help, please. My brother is
hurt.

Conner opened the door and Megan gulped
in a breath of horror at the sight of a man covered in blood, lying
in the lap of another man whose was wearing a red bandana around
his neck. The man holding him was crying and begging for someone to
help his brother.

“
Please,” he said, “my
brother and I were in an accident. We need help.” Conner stumbled
backwards in shock. He didn’t know what to think at first. It was a
drastic change in the evening’s mood, going from unreality to
reality in such a short span of time. Then, coming out of his daze,
Conner began fumbling his speech as if he forgot how to speak.
“Holy shit,” and without even thinking twice about it he said,
“Yeah, ok, right. Let me get my phone. I’ll call 911.” He gave
Megan a look of terror as he ran down the hallway past Liz and the
others standing there looking scared for real at the two strangers
on his porch. Megan covered her mouth in disbelief at what she was
seeing. She knelt down and put her hand out as if to try to console
or help the crying, begging man in front of her. She was trembling.
Her voice was shaky and on the verge of crying when she said, “Its
ok. We’re going to get some help.”
Dumb
fawn.

“
Thank you, thank you,” the
man said and then a devil of a smile crossed his face like a black
cloud rolling over an Indiana cornfield in the dead of
summer.