Game Night (6 page)

She whispered into his ear, “And I know
you’re a virgin.”

He looked away with a smile on his
face. She pulled her top off and laughed when she felt him rise
under her soft thighs.

“Someone’s back to say hello,” she said
and then gently pushed him back on the bed.

Meanwhile, Liz and Andi were out in the
living room. They both had made a mad rummage through the kitchen
cabinets in search of food, particularly chips or pretzels or any
kind of snack really.

“Yahtzee!” Liz yelled when she
discovered an unopened bag of funions. “I fucking love these
things.” She let out and ‘ugh’ sound as if she hadn’t eaten in
months.

“Go easy now,” Andi said, “we don’t
wanna eat Conner and his dad out of the house.”

With a mouthful of delicious onion
heaven Liz said, “Uh, I think they can afford more.” She motioned
with her free hand to the lavish kitchen. “Want some?” She shook
the bag at Andi.

“Hell no, those are gross.”

“Fine, be an anorexic whore.” She
smiled at Andi, showing her crumb crusted teeth and then continued
stuffing her face not giving a fuck how much money Conner Evan’s
dad made.

Conner’s bed squeaked out happiness in
the springs as Megan bounced up and down on top him, her small
hands pushing into his wide shoulders.

“Feel good?” She asked sounding a
little out of breath, but still had that bright smile on her
face.

He mumbled something she didn’t
understand and then lowered herself to his face. She
stopped.

“What the heck did you say?”

He looked at her like she was
crazy.

“Nothing. I mean, yeah it feels good,
real good.”

“Don’t be so nervous.”

“I’m not, really.”

She sat up and took both his hands and
planted them on her backside. “Hold on like this ok.” The bouncing
resumed again. Megan saw her black panties lying on the bed. She
grabbed them and pushed them into his face.

“Smell me while I fuck you.”

He didn’t object.

Liz was swinging her feet over the arm
of the large wrap around couch, still enjoying the near empty bag
of funions. Adventure Time was on the tv. They just made their
pretty little selves at home. Andi was looking at a rack of cd’s by
the stereo.

“Do people still buy these
things?”

“Apparently so,” Liz told her with her
eyes on the tv screen.

The clock above the fireplace showed a
quarter to ten.

“So what do you think they’re doing in
there?” Andi said devilishly.

“Like you have to ask,” Liz said and
then laughed at something weird on the tv.

“I know right.”

“You never know though. They could be
just sitting there twiddling their thumbs talking about how the
fucking planets formed or something.”

“Ahhhhh!”

Megan moaned and then yelled out in
pleasure as her fingernails dug deep into Conner’s shoulders. Her
hair flew over her shoulder as she bounced and yelped and screamed
out her last orgasm. She had two. Big ones. Conner’s lower region
was a soaking wet mess. She wasn’t one of those girls that could
blast out a gallon of girly goo from between her legs, but she sure
was a broken faucet as she fucked the shit out of the kid. She
truly was out of breath now. After a minute she said in a high
singsong voice to Conner, “Your turn.”

“
This shit is just too weird
for me. Isn’t there anything else on?” Andi complained to
Liz.

“Are you kidding me? This is the best
thing on television. It’s pure fucking brain
entertainment.”

Andi went into the kitchen to try to
find some snacks of her own but was unsuccessful. She opted for a
coke instead. As she went to open the refrigerator she heard the
bag Liz was holding make a loud scrunch sound. She turned and faced
the living room.

“Oh god. Oh my god Andi!”

“What, what! Are you….do you
need…..”

“No,no. Look!”

“What!”

“Please don’t tell me that’s fucking
Conner’s dad pulling up in the driveway right now!”

Andi turned her attention quickly to
the front window.

“Oh shit!” She hissed out.

“C’mon, quick, hurry!” Liz said
frantically.

The girls ran upstairs, blazing towards
Conner’s room. They burst inside without a care of what they would
see.

“What the fuck!” Megan yelled out as
she turned around quickly, still bouncing away on
Conner.

“Conner’s dad. He’s fucking here. He’s
home!” Liz yelled.

“Oh shiiit!” Conner pushed Megan off of
him. His schlong stiff as a board in his dark room.

“What in the hell are we gonna do!”
Andi said almost crying.

“Oh my god. I thought you said he
was….” Megan began to say but Conner viciously cut her
off.

“I know what I fucking said!” He was
stumbling all around his room trying to get his jeans back
on.

A sound came from downstairs; a door
opening possibly? They all stood cold and frozen in the middle of
the room; their young teenage hearts beating out of control,
nervous sweat forming in their pits and necks.

Megan whispered, “What do we
do?”

Running downstairs and trying to escape
through the backdoor was not an option. Not enough time. Footsteps
were dancing around down in the kitchen. The only option they had
was to hide. And that’s what the naughty little children did. But
then fear suddenly turned into something almost fun and exciting as
they bumped into each other in the dark, trying to find somewhere
to hide and when Liz cackled out a drunk girl kind of laugh when
she said, “This is so exciting.” Everyone shushed her, telling her
to shut the hell up. Megan’s heart was racing.

“We’re fucked,” she said hopelessly.
And then terror went up ten notches when they heard footsteps
ascending the stairs. Instinctively both Liz and Andi ran behind
the bed. But it was too late. The door began to slowly open. All
four teens looked like dark, eerie statues standing there in the
darkness. Frozen, helpless; and fucked as dear, sweet Megan put it.
“Well, well, well. Look what we got here,” said the man who wasn’t
Conner’s dad.

Silence.

No one said a word. Black
shaped figures in the dark held each other’s unseen eyes of fear
and shock. For a split second Conner believed it was his dad
playing some kind of joke on him but he knew the voice was
unfamiliar; even though he did try like hell to really believe that
it
was
his dad
standing there. To make that idea more of an unreality in his mind,
there was another black shape standing behind the taller black
shape that just seemed to get a kick out of finding four teenage
kids alone in a room, in the dark on a Friday night.

Then, and just by pure instinct, Conner
opened his mouth.

“Why….who….”

“I don’t believe I asked you anything
boy,” said the mystery man who really didn’t give a fuck what the
boy had to say.

More silence.

In the dark, the man put his hand to
his face. The sound of his palm scraping across his rough and
stubbly beard was almost painful to hear.

“Well now,” he said and it was obvious
from his dialect that he was from way southern Indiana or possibly
Tennessee, “what are you little birdies up to.” A small, sick laugh
blew from his mouth. “Did I catch you at a bad time?”

“Man, I don’t who the
hell….”

“Boy I don’t think I really like the
sound of your goddam little puppy voice.”

Conner’s skin felt cold all of a sudden
and it wasn’t because he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

Minutes had passed but it seemed like
hours and still, no one had moved an inch.

“From the looks of it,” the man said
looking right at Megan but she couldn’t see his eyes, “we’ve done
caught you with your pants down.” Then that small laugh erupted
into a startling, loud boom of southern laughter; the way a drunk
uncle would do at a family reunion. The smaller mystery man
standing behind the taller one also began laughing out loud,
although his wasn’t quite as booming. His was more simpleton like.
He chuckled, “Yeah, yeah, done caught her all right. Her little
pussy all hangin’ out, yeah, yeah.”

She suddenly felt a turn in her
stomach. The beginnings of a queasy feeling took over like she’d
eaten something bad.

“Yeah, look at that now. Hmm hmmm,” the
taller man said in response to his buddy; his voice all
scratchy.

Now it was Megan’s turn to use that
instinctual act of speaking to try to get her ass out of a jam, or
in this weird situation, god knows what.

“Mister, we just wanna
lea….”

“Nah, nah, nah, now pretty sunshine. I
don’t think I fuckin’ ask you to speak either.”

More silence.

As the seconds passed by their eyes
began to adjust to the darkness and the mystery shapes in the
doorway began to form into real people.

Conner realized this and for one last
time prayed that it was his dad playing a joke on him. He knew his
dad to well though.

Reality bites kid.

“
Now this is what’s gonna
happen. I don’t like fuckin’ repeatin’ myself none either so you
little fucks listen up!” His voice was all backwoods authority.
Like an extreme redneck drill sergeant. It sounded odd to
Conner.

“You’re alls gonna line up single file
just like good little boys and girls in school. Then we’re gonna
take a trip downstairs and get to know one another real nice like.”
A smile of evil fell upon his face but quickly faded
out.

“C’mon now! Line the fuck up. Let’s
go!”

Sir yes sir!

Both Megan and Conner began to move but
Liz and Andi were still dark mannequins, frozen to the floor. They
were trapped in a straight jacket of fear.

Redneck drill sergeant saw this and
didn’t take to kindly to it.

“Girl, you best move, go
on!”

Still frozen.

“C’mon Liz, just do what they say,”
Megan said to her in the dark.

“Don’t fuckin’ tell her what to do
bitch. She’s got two fuckin’ legs! Move cunt!” His voice was loud
in the room and seemed to reverberate of the walls.

“Sissy bitch, I ain’t gonna tell you
again.”

And that’s when he raised the long
sawed off shot gun he was holding in his hand.

Liz let out a weak, shaky cry of terror
and finally moved. Andi was a good little cunt and had already
gotten the fuck in line.

Downstairs, a familiar intro to a very
strange and sometimes disturbing cartoon that kids love and
probably shouldn’t be watching, started to play on the
tv.

“Now,” the sergeant said sounding
almost pleased, “we’re gonna walk real slow like. No fuckin’ hero’s
either you understand.”

No response.

“I said understand!”

A mumbled mix of scared voices said
yes.

His simpleton partner, who
was about five inches shorter, got behind Conner who was last in
line. He shoved
his
gun
,
a sawed
off rifle, into his back motioning for him to move.

Unwillingly Conner did, off into some
unknown adventure of fear.

The lamp sitting on the end table by
the wrap around couch was still on. It produced a nice, soft and
warm glow to the living room, which had an earthy, brown tone to it
from all the wood fixtures in it. A ceiling fan above spun around
at a moderate speed. The bag of funions Liz was eating laid
crumpled up on the floor.

Slowly the teenage prisoners made their
way to the couch. The man nodded to them to have a seat and they
did without hesitation. Those sawed off rifles aided well in that
process.

Once they were all in the light, the
frightened teens finally got to see those mysterious black shapes
up close. The taller one looked to be about 6’1 and thin with a
buzzed haircut and a scruffy, rough beard. His eyes seemed to
almost bulge from their sockets as if he was high on devils
nightmare pcp. He was wearing dark blue work pants that sagged at
the waist a little. And Conner didn’t understand why in the hell
the guy was wearing a thick, brown and black plaid wool jacket in
the middle of fucking summer. He looked to be about forty two or
forty three but looked more like fifty seven or fifty eight. The
hard livin’ life was right before Conner’s young eyes.

The other fucking redneck resembled a
jail bound, hard ass version of John Oats with greasy and curly
black hair; his face a marked up mess of leftover teenage acne. He
wore a dark, blue jean jacket and dark blue jeans.