Craving in My Belly

My ears stretched to hear any sounds but I didn't hear much, so I stayed perched. Aching for more than twenty-nine hours, the muscles in my legs were weak. Not hearing any sounds, I took a chance and writhed my body along the edges of the wall, feeling my way out. Placing my fingers on the cold knob, I quietly opened the door and hear the rush of air caressing my body but no voices.

Tiptoeing in the hallway, I kept walking as slow as molasses until I saw a light from the area below. My eyes peeled the area and saw a wobbly looking table where some eating had taken place. Tossed chicken wing legs and containers with cold looking French fries were in the center of a white table that also had tossed plastic forks and empty plastic containers, you know the kind that had cole slaw in it. Empty beer cans stood alone on the table as well. Umm, looked like a little party. Where were the receipents?

It was too damn quiet for words. My eyes surveyed the area and I didn't see anyone near.

My gun was in my trembling hands, ready for launching if necessary. My cold feet were sliding along the steps as I descended to the first level.

That's when from the corner of my brown eyes, I soaked in Mr.Burly and another guy bare bodies sexually engaged. Unaware that they were being watched, I saw the throngs of passion as his fat bare belly poked out, he was laying against a wall and the unknown guy was working his phallic, licking and sucking his thick tool like a crack addict hitting the pipe.

A private moment totally revealed from a bird eye's view.

Burly's brown eyes were closed and his fat hand was on the low cut fade of the young guy who seemed to be around twenty-two years old. He pushed down gently guiding him wildly. His thick body was leaning against the wall and I observed the younger guy's mouth wide open accepting the thickness like syrup on his entire pink tongue. That boy was going to town. He was twisting his head underneath Burly's balls which hung with heaviness and tasted the fullness of the dick given freely. He took his fingers and stroked his cock while continuing to orally please Burly. The younger guy was powerfully built, with a strong chest, and lean legs of a gazelle. I had to wonder how in the world did thise two meet each other?

Slowly taking his big wide lips to the head, he twirled his tongue on it and whipped it out teasing that nasty old freak. Sounds of agreement came from Burly. Again, I had to giggle inside. Pushing Burly further down to the ground, the sexy young man bent his head lower and grabbed a whole of the dick again, whipping it into his mouth with no mercy.

My stomach got sick when I heard the slurping and moaning that filled the room, like echoes of an erotic choir, set free. I had to hold in my breath, as I was close in proximity to their bodies. The smell of sex permeated the room and it stifled me. Grunting loudly, he shouted, "Ohhhh, shit!" and I craned my neck as I passed them and sprinted around the corner away from that scary scene. Subsequent groans were echoing in the air as I slowly opened a door and closed it with the quickness.

Chuckling to myself I casually strolled out of the building and stuck the gun back into my purse, looking for marker, so I could tell Walter a safe place to pick me up. I wasn't crazy enough to be strolling the Chicago streets with a gun out in the open.

Whew! I thought to myself that was too close for comfort. At least for one night, I would be able to rest if I could find myself back to a place. All seriousness aside, I wasn't sure how I would explain the body of the unknown assailant, but at least I was still alive. What I needed to know what was the "Pink Flamingo" and did that have anything to do with my precious Miles death.

Too scared to stay close to that area, I walked around twenty blocks and found myself about three hours later around the area of Cermak and Wolcott in Little Village, a Mexican community in the city. Flipping open my cellular, I noticed the time the phone blared which was 6:00 am, and quickly dialed his number in relief while surveying the neighborhood. I sure in the hell didn't want to be fighting or killing anyone again on this day. I was totally spent.

(c) 2006 by Pam Osbey