Elgin’s Rise
By Mr. J.
Chapter VI: Hank’s Reward
Her tongue moves teasingly around the jock’s rigid shaft, flicking the meat rhythmically in a steady yet fast motion while he stares dreamily at the ceiling, caught up in the ecstasy of the moment. A hand pumps his member while his lover looks on, watching searching his face for any sign of pain. He moans softly as she returns to her task, ravishing him in a manner of one used to experiencing sex vicariously than one on one. She tries her best to mimic the actors and porn stars she’s seen on TV, hoping to exceed or equal the many girlfriends who’ve attended to his needs.
A dollop of come squirts onto Tracy’s tongue, catching her off guard. She swirls it around. The saltiness reminds her of a type of briny fish she’d eat on the coast more than the dirty, yucky substance she’s been told to abhor by every militant fem lit author her AP English teacher made her read. A feeling of betrayal rises in her. This must be how the people who smoke grass feel after their first hit, a sudden moment of clarity as they realize that every adult and authority figure they’ve ever known is a liar, that everything they’ve been told is pure bullshit.
If only she’d known going down on him would’ve been this good. She wouldn’t have wasted a month with all the exquisite formalities, wrapping him ‘round her finger while she coaxed him into her arms. Fuck Ann Landers. Ann Landers never had mind control.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm…”
Hank scoots down to give her a better view, his cock poking out of his unzipped jeans as though it were a maypole. She plants it in her mouth, sucking it in between gulps of air like so many pieces of candy. She flashes her teeth, licking traces of sperm from her lips. It is a smile not merely of a woman sated with pleasure, but of joy and contentment, passion and promise.
A smile of love.
She could get used to this.
A wad of come shoots up, matting her hair. Bits of it drip off down her chin. It could just as well be tomato paste, the way she wipes it off nonchalantly. She grabs a paper towel and gently wipes the excess off Hank, which only heightens his arousal.
He grunts.
“Does Colleen ever do that for you?” She asks as she lies next to him.
“No.” His voice quivers.
“So you have to do the clean up all by yourself?”
“Yes.”
Tracy glances at the mass of seminal fluid on the carpet. Does his mother know what goes on in here? Does she care?
“Are your parents often around?”
“No.” His voice is matter of fact. “Dad is often on the road, I rarely see my Mom anymore.”
“What is he, a salesman or something?”
“Yes.”
She winces.
“That must be hard, being alone all the time. Is that why you…have so many girlfriends?”
“I don’t think about it.”
Well that’s refreshing. Tracy bites her lip. Would he be this truthful if it weren’t for the earrings? Would it even matter?
“Do you and Colleen talk like this when you’re together?”
“Talk like what?”
“You know, the way you and I are right now.”
Hank screws his face as he stares into space. Tracy watches as he furrows his brow, desperately trying to remember anything about his life before he met her, before the chance encounter in the hallway. A flicker of something flashes in his eyes. Distant memories, or are they stray thoughts?
“No.”
“What does she talk about?”
“Money.”
“Be specific.”
“She calls me her cash cow, says we’ll all be rich when I turn pro. It’s all she and her friends talk about. She has bets with some people that I’ll be the first to be drafted, even introduced me to a couple of people in suits. They told me they were interested in me, that I’d be a star some day.”
Covering her assets, but at what price? Tracy grimaces. The nerve!
“Do you ever talk about what might happen if you don’t get drafted?” Hank shakes his head.
“She tells me I have no choice; that a lot of bad things will happen if I don’t make it.”
“Does she ever say what those bad things are?”
“Only that a lot of people will get hurt if I don’t.”
Tracy’s stomach sinks. Is it some kind of Mafia deal? Something Colleen worked out online? Whatever it is she isn’t cottoning to it at all.
“Hank?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you do me a favor? It’s very important.”
“Ok.”
“I want you to go to Colleen and all of her friends and ask her about this thing of hers. If she asks, say you’d like to learn more details. Try to learn as much as you can. Addresses, numbers, dollar amounts, whatever you can find, but don’t let her know we ever had this conversation, ok?”
“Ok, Tracy.”
“When you find out anything, please call me from a pay phone ASAP, oh, and one more thing.”
“Yes?”
“Don’t get hurt.” Tracy kisses his cheek.