Chapter One
"So when do you plan on actually keeping that promise you made about getting married?," asked Melissa casting a glance at the diamond ring on her finger as she reached up and wrapped her arms around Xavier's neck a pulling him down closer to her, planting her lips on his own. His hands lain on her waist, sliding under her jean jean to wrap behind her, crushing her body against his. "Just as soon as we have another trip overseas. Next time we're in Transylvania or wherever the fuck it is Victor's from, we'll make a little stop in Germany on the way home and have something small. I've already taken care of the paper work and everything so it'll be all legal, we just have to pick the date."
Her feet left the ground as his hand lain upon her small ass and lifting her up, her face level with his. Her legs wrapped around him, crossing her ankles behind him and locking them in place as he carried her the couple feet he need to sit her down on the kitchen counter top. He shook her head for a second, whipping her hair back and away from her face and smiling at him in from her own face, the side of their noses grazing each other and said, "You're just saying that to get into my pants... again." "Yeah, I'm a shameful devil aren't I?," he said in a half laugh, "Doubt I could fit into them, not with you're scrawny, anorexic ass."
She giggled, Xavier mumbling and cursing under his breath, finding it difficult but finally managing to undo her belt. Kissing her quickly repeated, talking in between every kiss, he said, "You... are... the most... amazing... woman I've... ever met." Melissa rolled her eyes, smiling to herself, leaning her head and back against the wall behind her, "God, you're laying it on pretty thick for just a lay." Unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans, "You're more then that to me and you know it," he said told her as if were second nature.
A ringing chimed a sounding pulse throughout the house, signaling that someone was at their door and expecting them to be home. Xavier let out a grumble, groaning with something of a growl, pissed off about being interrupted at this of all times. "So long," he growled. Melissa unhooked her ankles, parting them and dropping her legs down his back to his sides, fixing her belt and jeans and pulling her hair behind ears to fix the tussle it had become, "Honey, I think you're supposed to answer before saying goodbye." "I know," said Xavier as he backed away from her sitting atop the counter, "I was talking to my hard on."
She laughed at his sexual frustration, her hand on the counter top and pushing herself off and landing her feet back on the tiled floor underfoot. Her right palm turning to touch his crotch, roughly grabbing at his cock through his pants. "Tell him not to go too far, I'll be needing that as soon as I ditch whoever this is," she said with a hint of mocking him. Xavier let out a sign and nodding in the direction to the front and get the door, seething with anger at having to hold off at what they had begun.
Melissa smiled, taking her hand away from his crotch and walking through the open kitchen door to enter the lobby area of the townhouse. Footsteps sounding from the hardwood floor with every stride to the heavy oak door blocking this quiet and calm environment from the chaos in the world outside. The brass doorknob in her hand, held in her gentle grip and twisted it, pulling the door back to open the passage outside. She blinked at first, trying to wrap her mind around what she was seeing, the person standing at her and Xavier's doorstep. "Emma," she said with a blink of her brown eyes.
Emma smiled nervously, tucking a few strands of her blonde hair behind her ear, "Hi," she said as she looked at Melissa, "is Xavier home?"
She looked back into the kitchen, wondering what she would want with her brother. She turned back to Emma and said, "What's this about, Emma?," she said with an eyebrow raised, and added with a mocking tone, "We're not buying into that Kameron needing money bit again."
"Don't worry," she began, "I'm not here for money." She smiled and bit her bottom lip, looking at Melissa, "Quite the opposite actually."
"You mean you actually scratched up two grand by yourself?" said Melissa surprised, "How'd you manage that? Wait, never mind, I don't want to know. God knows Kameron won't help you out of the jam, but come in and we can get this thing settled." She took a step back to open the door wider and letting Emma step in from the outside.
Emma laughed a little bit at Melissa's obvious little dig at her but didn't bite back as she stepped into the house and past Melissa, turning to face her, "Well, I don't exactly have two grand."
Melissa looked at her a little confused and feeling a little betrayed. Telling her that it was the opposite of asking for money, then changing it to that she did not have any was a bullshit thing to do, but she did not expect anything less from some one like her. "Oh Mel," Xavier called from the kitchen, "Now that whoever that was is gone, it's time to play." Melissa stumbled over her own words trying to tell him that the person who was at the door was still there but he came out through the kitchen door before she could figure out what to tell him, already starting to undo his pants. He looked at Emma stunned at first and taking a jump back. "Ah fuck me shit!," he yelled pointing at Emma, "Why didn't you tell me she was here?"
Emma smiled, looking at Xavier, "You didn't really give her chance to, did you?" she asked as her eyes went lower to his half-undone pants "A little excited, Xavier?" she continued with a giggle.
Xavier looked down at his still erect cock bulging against the material of his pants, unashamed and shrugging it off, "Hey, you interrupted a good thing with that annoying ass bell. Mel, remind me to get that thing ripped out. If someone wants to get a hold of us and come over, send an email for Christ sake." "Xavier!," Melissa yelled only to overtake the volume of his banter and get him to shut up already and put the "monster" away, "You couldn't have checked to make sure there was no one here? God, she's sixteen for crying out loud." "I didn't hear any voices," he reasoned, "Next time, send up a signal flare. What's she here for anyway?"
"Sorry... didn't mean to interrupt," Emma said with a sly grin on her face, "I just wanted to talk to you about what I owe you..."
He looked away, finger held up to his chin as if in deep thought. then held out his hands like a scale weighing something invisible. "Sex," he said and his left hand dropped slightly and the right going up somewhat, "Money," and the right one dropped more this time moving the left up, "OK, money it is and we can just get back into the sex part after you go."
"Well... the thing is, I'm having trouble coming up with it," she admitted as she bit her bottom lip again, nervously. "Kam won't let me work at the club, and I don't really have any other options with all the traveling we do, you know?" she explained, looking from Xavier to Melissa and then back to Xavier, "So I was just wondering if I could have more time or... maybe I can pay you back in another way?" she smiled at Xavier and then at his sister, waiting for a response.
Xavier blinked for a few seconds, looking at Emma confused, he moved closer Melissa's side and talking closer to her ear but still speaking loud enough for Emma to hear, "I know hearing's one of the first things to go but I'll be damned if I'm that old yet, but I could've sworn I heard her say she's not going to be able to give us back the two thousand." "That's because she did," said Melissa with a nod, crossing her arms with a sneer on her face now and Xavier moved his head back and away from her, his mouth forming a circle and looking as if some big revelation had dawned on him, "Oh OK, because I was wondering you know, didn't think I was old enough and guys who take that weekender Viagra pill ask me for tips so I'm not getting old, but she just threw me off there and got me thinking my hearing was going. Now Emma, what were you thinking of to work this out then?"
Emma walked further into the kitchen and hopped up onto the countertop, "Well," she said, raising one leg up high, making sure the short skirt she was wearing wasn't hiding anything, before crossing it over the other one, "there was one thing I had in mind that I think would please everybody..."
Melissa and Xavier looked at each other, trying to figure out if the girl were actually serious with the offer, let alone if they would actually take her up on it. Xavier turned his head, angling it and eyeing her exposed thigh as her short skirt rode op her legs as she crossed them. Melissa hit him in the chest wit the back of her hand, knocking him out of his fascination with the child on their kitchen counter, "Ass, she's sixteen. And fuck, now I'm going to have to bleach that counter since she's on there without panties. So help me God if there's a stain left on there that won't come off." "Hey," said Xavier with a shrug of his shoulders, "Yeah she's sixteen, but I can look at least can't I? Tell me that dyke inside you isn't at least thinking about it. You're only a couple years apart."
"What's age got to do with anything?" Emma questioned with a smirk, "I'm probably more experienced than the two of you combined," she boasted, "besides, I could really do with it right now, Kam's been really off since that incident in the club..."
"Off?," Melissa said with a scrunch of her eyebrows, "What incident?" She looked at Xavier confused, him looking back at her with a tilt of his head, a finger scratching underneath his nose and coughs. The realization of what Emma was referring to finally dawned on her and returned to look at Emma somewhat apologetically, "Yeah, umm, that was our bad. I couldn't stand to have that in my mouth and grabbed the first thing I saw to spit it out." "Sixteen," said Xavier, ignoring the whole topic of the mystery of the jizz-filled glass and his involvement in it entirely, "though is kind of young even for me. I mean, talk all you want about it being fucked up, but at least Mel's legal. Although, have admit, I'm interested, but tell me though. Kameron and you haven't.... you know... in awhile have you? Don't want to be near any of his sloppy seconds."
"Like I said... he's been completely turned off since he downed your..." she trailed off, not needing to finish the sentence. "Yeah, we haven't done it in days..."
Xavier's eyes looked up into the corner's of their sockets, seeming to be in thought, roused back to things only by a to the back of the head by Melissa. "Xavier," she said more shocked then disgusted as she though she would be at such a thing with Emma of all people, "You can't seriously be thinking about this. I mean, she's Kameron's girl. Yeah, he's a piece of garbage but how do you think he'll react to her going elsewhere for sex?"
"He wont care," Emma interrupted, answering for Xavier. "He's hardly the committed type, is he?" she said with arched eyebrows, "I've seen the way he looks at the girls in his club... he'd fuck any of them in a heartbeat if he had the chance. I'd say our relationship is pretty... open," she continued with a smirk, "Hell, it wouldn't surprise me if he's fucking Shane on the side." She rolled her eyes and uncrossed her legs, "And..." she said as she hopped down from the counter, walking towards Melissa and running her hand down the side of her face gently, "I think it'll be pretty hot... you know, incest mixed with the underage thing..."
Xavier watch as Emma caressed the side of Melissa's face, seeing the change in her and knowing she was getting turned on by it. "How about it, Mel," he asked her, "You've been saying for a while that you wanted to spice things up a little. What better way then this. Besides, we can't exactly get on that holier than thou bullshit."
Melissa let out a sigh taking Emma's hand in her and pulling it away from her face. She eyed her body for a minute, before inching closer to her face and planting a kiss on the girl's lips. Xavier stood on in stunned silence, letting out a slight moan at seeing such a thing but she mostly ignored his show of attraction to the other girl. She pulled her lips away from Emma, giving her a wink. "You'll do," she said with a nod to Xavier standing feet away, "Now him."
Emma smiled and turned towards Xavier, walking towards him slowly and running a finger across his chest before running it down his torso and coming to rest at his crotch, "Are you gonna charge interest on this little debt?" she giggled as she stood on her tip toes, still with her hand gripping his cock firmly and planted her lips against his.
His cock growing hard and stiff in her hand and she held it, his tongue broke the seal of her mouth, parting her lips and going where probably thousands of men have gone before but he did not let that fact dissuade him. From the corner of his eye, he saw Melissa taking off her jacket and walk towards their meshing bodies, pressing her body against their. He broke from Emma's lips to give Melissa one herself. "Count on interest on that debt, girl," he said to Emma.
Emma smiled as she moved her hand back and forth slowly, his erect cock still firmly in her grip, "Charge all the interest you want," she said with a wink, turning her head and looking towards Melissa, leaning towards her and forcing their lips to meet. She slipped her tongue past her lips as her hand movements increased in speed around Xavier's shaft.
Aroused by her hand on his cock, he did not want her to break the hold but he wanted to get her up to the bedroom so they would be more comfortable as he and Melissa did as they please to the young body offering itself to them, same as a sacrifice to ancient gods. He moved around behind her, wrapping his arms around her, palms cupping her breasts and softly biting the side of her neck. Melissa managed to get in another kiss on her before he lifted her up from her feet and out of the kitchen to the lobby area and up the stairs. His pace was quick and surprised he managed to carry her up the stairs so fast without falling, Melissa close by, being the first one to mount Emma after Xavier tossed her body on their large bed.
Emma smiled up at Melissa from underneath her, reaching a hand up and running it through her hair before gripping the back of her head and pulling it down towards her own, once again slipping her tongue into Melissa's mouth. Surprisingly, it was the first time she'd done anything of this nature with another woman, but she wasn't going to admit that - she seemed to be doing okay thus far. As their kiss got deeper and more passionate, Emma slid her right hand underneath Melissa's top, cupping it around her right breast and squeezing it tightly.
Xavier watching from the side of the bed, let his sister have her fun with Emma, enjoying the sight of her enjoying herself. Melissa smiled, her hand pulling Emma's from under her shirt. "Here," she said, pulling it over her head and unclasping her bra from behind her, letting it fall from her shoulders and exposing her petite breasts and putting Emma's hand back on her left, "Let me help you with that."
Emma squeezed gently as Melissa smiled and threw her head back. She glanced at Xavier, watching the two of them and grinned, sitting up as best she could and taking her hand off of Melissa's breast and replacing it with her lips, sucking on the nipple and nibbling gently, using her other hand to stroke Melissa's stomach.
A soft moan passed her lips, enjoyed every second of what was happening. Xavier stood up to his feet at the bedside, taking off his pants now, giving her the hint that he wanted to get in it soon. Melissa look at him and smiled, unfastening her belt and undoing the button and zipper of her jeans, moving up to straddle Emma's face. Behind her, Xavier grabbed at the material of Emma's skirt and pulled it down and off, climbing onto the bed and holding her legs on either side of him, his cock free and waiting for Melissa to be in position. He watched as she opened the crotch of her jeans, pushing the denim material aside and pulling on the cotton of her panties enough to reveal her cunt to Emma. "You know what to do don't you?," she said feeling Xavier behind her and ready to pile drive into this girl with all his strength.
Emma nodded her head slightly with a smile before slipping her tongue out of her mouth and towards Melissa's pussy, the tip of her tongue touching it gently at first, in a teasing manner. Melissa moved forward ever so slightly, bringing her slit closer to Emma's face, desperate to get more. Emma's tongue slid up and down it slowly before she pushed her head up, taking Melissa's clit in between her teeth and nibbling gently.
Xavier heard the moan from Melissa, signaling to him her escalation of pleasure and ecstasy. His shaft of a cock rammed into to like a battering ram, breaking through the invisible walls of her pussy, feeling her walls surround and engulf him, apparently not all whores like her were as loose as rumored. That would be something he would have to correct, split her in two and send her back to Kameron broken.
Emma moaned as she felt Xavier pounding inside of her, she pulled on Melissa's clit with her teeth before releasing it and then sucking on it gently, exciting moans from both of them. Her tongue found its way to her opening and Emma soon slipped it inside of her as best she could, the wet sensation of Melissa's tight pussy giving her a feeling like nothing she'd ever felt before.
Both Xavier and Melissa were at one time disgusted by the whore of a child they were not using sexually, being able to use her in any way they wished. The only catch, the tug of guilt tugging at them both was it was because of they debt she owed them, the money she had tried to con them out of, the money mattered little to them. That was not it, but the principle of the thing, they needed to know who they could trust and the deal with the money was a betrayal of the trust they had extended to her. Was this a way of getting even? One in which they would satisfy their own perverse sexual desires? Or both. The fact that she could be called a whore was a non-factor to them right now. Emma had only now been an object for them to use however they wanted.
The sound of Melissa moaning, flowing through his ears was music to him. Only this time, an exception to what it had been many times before, he was was not the source of her sexual pleasure, but a sixteen year old whore named Emma. Kameron's girlfriend so to speak, but that mattered very little. He was even worse then either of them, at least they were committed to each other no matter how disgusting the world viewed them. Kameron knew nothing of commitment and now it was biting him in the ass. The buildup within Xavier starting to reach it's pinnacle, thinking of pulling his cock out in time but ignoring the idea as nothing but nonsense, exploding his seed inside the little slut. Melissa obviously caught up in throws of orgasm from the feeling of the wet tongue along the walls of her pussy as he pulled out and got up from the bed.
He pulled himself from out from inside her, sliding off from the bed to leave Melissa the only one having fun with the blonde girl that had opened herself up to the experience. He picked his pants up off from the floor where he had dropped them beside the bed, slipping them, still getting off from the sight of Melissa sitting on Emma's face getting her thrill. Turning away from the sight, however hard it was to do such a thing, and walked back to the bedroom door, closing it behind him as he left, hearing a moan with a woman's voice pierce through the door, but unable to determine from which one it had come, keeping himself content with a simple laugh and smile.
Chapter Two
The cold bit through him, aided by the flow and current of the wind, cutting through his coat as if it were nothing but a cotton sheet. His feet dug into the heavy snow under and around him, entrenching his footing as he looked out at the frozen oasis before him. A sheet of white covered the frozen over lake, not even showing the faintest signs of cracking.
The ESW New Breed Championship title belt held within his gloved hand, the sunlight shining down upon it and reflected from the whiteness of the snow surrounding him, glinting and sparkling slightly against its surface. The glove over his hand was nothing short of a blessing, the idea of actually touching the leather strap inlaid with gold sickened him to it core. He had nothing against the materials which it consisted of, but what the title itself stood for. As long as he held this title, he would become the poster boy of mediocrity and the fact that this is what his career was boiling down to churned his stomach.
Couldn't that fucking idiot Thorn do anything right? What about the wanna-be blood sucker Jeremiah Belmont? Two times he walked into the ring wanting nothing more to be able to lose a hard fought match and be rid of this career ball and chain. He did not care about the lowliness of the opponent, his career would recover soon enough once he was free of the laughable title. If Kameron ended up winning his match against Belmont and getting a shot at the title, so be it, at least the title would stay in The Breed, but he could not wait any longer. He would let one of those Red Cell retards have their fifteen minutes of time in the sun before he made sure Kameron won it and brought it back to within The Breed, returning what little prestige it had without leaving himself with the obligation to be tied to it, stagnating his career.
In an instant, his arm slingshot the title into the air, hanging as if suspended in midair before finally plummeting back down to the icy lake. It crashed into the frozen surface, he could hear the sound of the solid water cracking, shockwaves of force rippling across the surface from the impact but that was it. The title belt simply lay there now, flat on its back as if it were spread out on display but undamaged from the drop.
"Damn," muttered Xavier as he looked around cautiously, wondering what he should do now. Above, heard a voice, that of a man yelling and screaming as he tear through the sky in a straight drop, a stringy form of a broken parachute trailing behind him. "Oh shit!," he yelled, seconds before crashing into the ice where the title belt lay, the force of his fall more then enough to fall through the ice and bring down the title belt he had landed on with him into the icy depths. Xavier stood there stunned for a moment before shrugging his shoulders, his dilemma apparently solved now and looking up to the heavens and said, "Thanks."
Turning his back to the lake, Xavier fixed his attention to the log cabin sitting high atop a mountain, alone and isolated in its height and surround by all the snow. "Fucking bitch," he mumbled, taking the first step of many on his way back to the warmth that awaited him from within, "She just has to pick these out of the way vacation spots. Would it be too much to want to go someplace actually around people instead of being afraid of getting jumped by the Abdominal Fucking Snowman? Her little ski-bunny ass is so getting boned when I get back there. 'It'll be fun, Xavier,' she says, 'Sitting by a warm fire with hot chocolate.' Yeah, she also forgot to mention that catch about having to chop fire wood. Thank fucking God Kameron isn't here, he'd want to go find Santa's Workshop and pussy hunting."
The walk was long and arduous, it felt like he had already walked fifteen miles. "How long has it been. Had to have been three hours by now," he asked himself with a glance at his watch, his eyes going wide and whining now, "Ah fuck, fifteen minutes." A few feet of walking through the snow later, a large snowball hits the ground only feet from him. Xavier looks up just in time to see a sleigh being pulled through the air by flying reindeer. A rotund, bearded man wearing red waves a hand from inside the sleigh, laughing merrily as the reindeer pick up speed and pull him out of sight.
"Fuck you, fat ass!," Xavier called after him, "That's it, I've been shit on by pigeons before, but came that close to getting it from a pedophile in a red suit that gets off his ass and works one night of the year. I'm getting a SAM site set up on the roof, I don't care what those FAA dickheads say anymore. Who gives a shit if some plane gets shot done, Rudolf is getting a flaming anal probe if it's the last thing I do." He stopped his trek for a moment, thinking to himself for a moment before continuing, "That sounded so wrong, considering me and Mel live on the same island as where the infamous Greenwich Village Halloween Parade. Good thing I'm actually out in the middle of no where for anyone to hear that." A rustle in the bushes a ways off, followed by a mechanical click before a man in a trench coat and top hat running away with a microphone and yelling into a cell phone, "Yeah, National Enquirer?"
"Fuck," he cursed to himself, the man disappearing out of sight. Huffing and puffing, feeling as if he were about to die from exhaustion, Xavier finally got up to the the cabin, seeing something hanging on the door. It looked like a Christmas wreath, but he could not make it out at this distance. Strange, there was not anything there before, Melissa must have been on one of her decorating kicks.
More strides forward, the tint of gold catching his eyes. "No. Impossible," he muttered, "You're dead! I killed you!" A humming sound to his right, the tune of "Strangers in the Night," by Frank Sinatra. He caught the sight just in time to see a penguin scurrying away, jumping onto its ass and sliding down the hill. Her cursed again for the umpteenth time today, returning his attention back to the door, grabbing the New Breed title belt from it's hanging position.
He held it outstretching in front of him. "What the fuck am I going to do with you?," he asked it, not expecting any kind of answer. For a moment, he could have sworn he saw it smile at him, the engravings in its face shifting to form a grin. He shook his head, twitching an eyebrow. It must have been his imagination, no beer for him tonight, strictly Jack Daniels.
The front of the title changed, the lines etched into it changing and morphing it a face, that of a child. "Love me," it told him. He screamed, the pitch of his voice reaching little school girl proportions and flung the belt back scared out of his and falling flat on his back. The snow underneath him freezing, the powder going up under his shirt to his back and the back of his back against the his ass, causing him to scream even more.
He rolled over onto his stomach, on his elbows, the belt looked like it was walking around him to right in front of him, using its straps as legs. Xavier mumbled to himself, mindless, incoherent gibberish passing his lips. In front of him now, the title belt turn around and twisted into a single slab of black laying flat on the ground. It slid further closer to him, the thin slab opening from its middle and the opening half standing erect to show him a brightly lit screen. He looked stunned at what he was seeing, not even able to believe his eyes, seeing an eBay page. A picture of the title glowed, the heading "Free to Good Home," written in bold typed print, a tune of "There's No Place Like Home For the Holidays," playing.
The laptop jumped into the air, changing back into the title belt. The face in the front of the it stared back at him, only this time, it was that of a small puppy. I tongue portrayed to be sticking out and the sound of a panting. It looked at him sad, let out a whine and curled itself to snuggle against his face. "Great," said Xavier shaking his head and rolling his eyes, "Just what I've always wanted, a walking, talking title."
Chapter Three
Xavier awoke with a start, finding himself on an empty bed, the sheets and himself drenched in his own sweat. The sheets cast aside with a throw of an arm, barely even noticing as they landed on Melissa's empty side of the bed. He stood himself straight up next to the bed, patting on his chest and stomach, feeling for any signs of snow. For a second, he thought the sweat was merely the snow melted but letting out a sigh of relief when sense finally came back to him.
He looked about the room, almost giggling to himself, he walked quickly over to the chest sitting in the corner and flung it open. Xavier reached inside it frantically and pulled out the golden belt, holding out in front of him again as he had in his dream. He shook it, expecting it to come magically back to life again, letting out a high pitched laugh when he found reality to be in the negative.
Melissa apparently heard him, calling from somewhere downstairs, "Oh God, Xavier, I thought I told you to not dig in my toys this time of the day. We can't fuck twenty-four/seven." He ignored her words, getting up to rise from his knees and walked through the bedroom doorway. He hung an outstretched arm over the railing ringing the winding staircase leading downstairs in front of the door. It dropped down from his grip to drop against the hardwood floor below with a clatter.
"God damn it, Xavier," Melissa now yelled at him from what was clearly the kitchen now, "You're going to fuck up the floor with shit like that." "Sorry, Mel," he responded, "Just wanted to make sure that title wasn't alive." An awkward silence followed, Melissa not sure how to answer such a statement for yelling back, "That's good, better to be safe than sorry."
Xavier started making his way down the stairs, rounding the bend and walking past the front door, turning around to the kitchen. He stood on his toes, walking clearly around the New Breed title like a rainbow, shuddering as he looked down at it. It was like the thing itself held some terrible disease and he would die if he touched it.
Melissa stood in front of the stove, the smell of something cooking filling his nostrils. He could not tell decide what the aroma was, but it did smell good to him. His arms wrapped around her waist, planting a kiss on the side of her neck, getting a smile from her lips. "About time you woke up," she told him, "I was about ready to call a coroner. You hungry." "Yeah," he answered taking a look at the mess stirring in the pan in front of her but food was the farthest thing from his mind right now, "Actually, I am." "Good," she said, shrugging of her shoulder against his the bottom of his chin, "You know where the refrigerator is."
His hand moved down, giving her ass a squeeze before backing away and walking over to the white, box a few feet to the left. The door swung open and he poked his head inside and apparently found something to his liking, pulling out a couple slices of leftover pizza on a plate, "Hello there, beautiful." Melissa only rolled her eyes at her brother's discovery and affection for his new found dish, teasing him with, "Cheating on me with food now? God, let a couple women in our bed and your turn into such a man whore."
She released the pan from the open flame, scooping a handful of whatever it was she had made onto a plate, Xavier ignoring her wise crack and sitting down at the kitten table at the far end of the kitchen. "Speaking of whores," said Xavier as if it were an afterthought, "Did Emma get home alright last night? Know she was still here when I went to sleep. I'd be amazed if that girl walked out of here straight."
She stifled a laughed, keeping it down to a low grunt, pulling her hair back and walking towards him to take her own set to his left, facing him around the rounded table. "She seemed fine," she finally managed to admit, "When she left this morning. She kind of stayed the night.... with us." Xavier's jaw dropped, still cold pizza pulling away from his lips as he was about to take his first bite. "She what?," he said in astonishment, not believing what he was hearing, "I thought it was just going to be a one fuck deal. Did she at least crash out on the couch?"
She looked at him guiltily, looking away and shrugging her shoulders. "Oh come one, Mel," he whined. "It was late and she already missed her flight," she reasoned, "I called and the next one was this morning. Besides, you should really think about changing your sleeping attire. Those sweats weren't the easiest to get on you in the dead of you sleeping. It was like you knew she was there if you know what I'm talking about."
"Wait," he said, dropping the slice of pizza down onto the plate now, his appetite now shot to hell, "You two didn't do what I think you did did you?" "I'm sorry, honey," she smiled at him, "But you were just so cute trying to hold that pillow over you head."
Xavier bit onto his bottom lip, not able to stop himself from laughing and stood up now, take the plate in his hand. "Damn bitches," he muttered after returning it to its former place in the refrigerator, "Raping me in my sleep." "Oh don't go acting like you didn't enjoy it, dreaming a couple hot chicks having their way with you," she laughed as he left the kitchen, going to the bathroom on the same floor to shower. As much as it was a turn on, he wanted to forget about the two of them doing whatever they to wanted to him while he was not awake to enjoy it.
Chapter Four
The outside fence and front gate seemed to be quiet and calm, the chain links forming a mosaic-like maze with it's lines etching across and up to the top. The razor sharp barbed wire ran coils around itself at the peak of the fence, creating a torturous hazard for any and all who dared to test its ability to tear flesh. On the ground below, nothing stirred except a lonely pigeon pacing around in front of the fence like gate as if on patrol, not even the two uniformed men standing erect armed with shotguns on either side of the gate. The lone fowl eventually gave up on its duty of keeping watch and took flight into the air, moving as if it were about to land on the fence and perch upon the wire but thought better of it and flew off into the distance.
Xavier stepped into the view of the camera from the left, tapping onto the lens in a joking "Is this thing on?," motion. "We're here at East Jersey State Prison in Rahway, New Jersey to take a look inside America's correctional system," he said in his best attempt at an Australian accent, "With the current going-ons in ESW with my title defense against Thorn and The Con, and the continuing threats from Red Cell that Victor Von Doom will be going to prison soon, I thought we should see what kind of environment The Con has come from and what Victor should expect if he is indeed incarcerated."
Walking down between a hallway, flanked on both sides by eight-by-ten foot spaces cut into the concrete wall hidden behind a wall of steel bars. "With facing someone like The Con, I wanted follow an old war tactic, know your enemy," said Xavier as he walked along the cells with the camera following alongside of him, "I wanted to watch the animal in his natural environment." He stopped a moment, hearing a whining moan from a cell further down, running, urging the camera man to move his ass and keep pace with him, "And I think we just found the perfect example of The Con's life behind bars."
They stop at the source of the moaning, a locked cell. Inside form moved up and down, hidden by the covers over a cot, the moaning high-pitched and sounding like as a woman's voice. "It seems that sexual visits are allowed here, and a loving couple is enjoying there time together as any normal marriage should be kept alive," he said talking to the camera in a whisper, "Excuse me."
The bald head of a black man poked out from under the covers, laying on his stomach, the humping motion stopped and after much jostling around to probably get his pants back on and rolled out of the bed. He walked towards Xavier standing on the other side, his smile courteous and cordial, defying the intimidating nature of the size of his muscle-bound body. "Yes?," he said in a high-pitched squeak of a voice, "May I help you?" Xavier shook his head in a stunned motion, not expecting the apparent sound of the large man's voice. The other occupant of the cot came from underneath the covers, revealing itself to be that of a short white man, no taller then five feet, his voice deep and hearty. "Who the fuck said you could be nice to a fucking pervert," he said to the other man, nodding his head back to the cot, "Get the fuck back there and this guy can fuck off." "Yes, Daddy," the bald man said and walked around behind the short one who only gave Xavier a dirty look and went back to return to his former position.
Cutting to a shot of a man in a suit, Xavier appeared somewhat less disgusted then he had before, out of eyesight of the spectacle. "What about inmates' potential for violence," asked Xavier, "I'm sure there's some real bad asses that come through here and just like hurting people." "Actually, not so much," the man answered, "Our inmates here are involved in a lot of activities that keep their attention from deviant behavior. Cross-stitching has to be one of the more popular classes, there's actually a waiting list to get an open spot in it. If anything, our biggest problem is the occasional outbreak of a bitch fight." "Bitch fights?," questioned Xavier with a raise of an eyebrow, looking confused and trying to figure out just what he meant. "Yes, bitch fights," he continued, "The men here tend to take it personally when a lover engages in sexual favors with someone else."
A spoonful of red slop drop down into the Styrofoam tray as Xavier held it out to be served. It looked chunky but in this case, it probably was not a good thing, the smoke and fumes rising from it not because it was hot. He bent his nose down over it, taking a quick sniff only to back away, holding his other hand up under his nose and blurting out, "That shit can't be sanitary."
"I've been here for about six years now," said another man talking from behind a cage of bars, Xavier leaning against them and nodding as if he understood, "My wife and I met through correspondences, talking to each other through letters and it eventually turned into a deep, understanding love. She comes her once a week to see each other, but it was the letters that brought us together." "So," began Xavier, scratching at his chin and cheek as if he suddenly felt a sense of irritation, "It's like cyber sex, only it takes a long ass time to get a response. Call me crazy, though, but I don't think this mail pussy thing will be catching on."
The lights around Xavier and the hallway in front of him flicking on and off as he flips the large switch in the wall up and down. "On," he said and flipping the switch up then back down again, "Off, on, off, on, wow, dark out now and they don't know whether to stay up or go to sleep. Kind of like Con having some bad ass jet lag. See Connie? Whether you're in here or out in the world trying to make the world think you're normal, I'm still going to fuck with you and make you go crazy."
"Triple Threat Connie. Me, you and Thorn. I'm not worried about him. I already beat Thorn, he's just retarded enough to keep coming back for more. Must be a genetic thing with Hawaiians. I bet years from now, the Surgeon General is going to announce a connection between pineapple's and Down's Syndrome. Let's just say I'm going to have to send both of you crying back to your pimp also known as Blade Storm about I gave you a boo boo or some shit and if he'll let you lick them and make it better." Xavier looks back to the the light switch and continuing to flip it back and forth again. "On... off," he said as he did so, "This shit is fun, God, I love fucking pissing people off."