" I thought I heard Vito choking as we picked our way through the debris lining the hallway." I thought I heard Vito choking as we picked our way through the debris lining the hallway. *** I pushed her into the room ahead of me; it was dark, a windowless interior room, and though the rest of the hotel reeked of puke and stale cum, I kept this room clean; I had a real nice apartment in one of the better parts of Brooklyn, but I spent a lot of time in the room, and I hate filth. I fumbled with the light switch, pretending the bulb was burned out, while I reached in the drawer of the little table next to the door for the morphine kit. I'd only od'd a kid once after Big James, the black pimp I knew from cruising Port Authority, put me onto the trick of doping up the kids to get them nice and docile. Shit, one dead junkie runaway, more or less, in the Big Apple, nobody cares. And you don't want to have to mark them up too bad, it spoils their value for a good couple days, sometimes weeks. Plus, with them doped you don't have to worry as much about getting kicked in the balls. I popped her a hit in the butt, through her nice tight jeans, pretending to stumble in the dark, as she yelped and started to get scared. I was done being nice; I *had* the stupid little cunt now, right in my own damn hotel room. Look, I make no apologies, this city eats morons alive. Darwinism in it's purest form. I bolted the door, locked the deadbolt and dropped the key into the drawer where I kept my fix kit, flipped on the light switch and tackled the little cheerleader poonie, throwing her onto her back on the bed that filled most of the small room. Landing heavily on top of her, I pinned her arms above her head and held her there while I slowly rolled my hips, grinding my crotch into hers, through our heavy winter clothes. |