0 comments/ 20129 views/ 0 favorites Numbness By: WriterMX6 The bar was dimly lit and the drunks on the stools were too. They all sat apart and didn't speak to one another. Eddie Echers stared at the TV screens that piped in the off-hours extreme sports shows. Another TV in one corner was tuned to CNN and President Reagan was speaking to a bunch of microphones jammed into his face. He took a long pull off of his Heineken and set his gaze on the posterior of the aging barmaid. He assessed that she might have been quite a looker in her day. But, judging my the cigarette rasp in her voice and the crow's feet that perforated the skin beside her eyes, her day was long gone. That was okay to him, so was his. The front door, behind Eddie, to the bar opened, a slice of afternoon light cut through the smokiness, and a tall figure entered the saloon. The men on their stools all turned to see who came in. Before Eddie's eyes could adjust, the man walked past him and sat at the opposite end of the "horseshoe" bar that faced Eddie. Eddie turned his gaze back to the televisions. "Whatcha havin', honey?" the barmaid rasped. "I don't know what to most unemployed people drink? Give me a gin and tonic." That voice, Eddie thought. He knew it from somewhere. He looked across the bar, taking a closer look at the newcomer. The man's face looked pretty familiar but he had a beard and mustache and was still wearing sunglasses. The man removed his shades and his eyes gave him away. "I'll be damned! If it ain't Tony Touide, whose whole sausage he can't hide!" Eddie said as he got off of his stool and walked over to him. "Dan Long? Is that you?" Tony said as Eddie approached and took the seat next to him, "How's it hangin'? Oops! Sorry, I didn't mean . . ." "That's all right, Tony, I've accepted the fact that all it will do from now on is hang. By the way, it's Eddie, now. The days of Dan Long are, well, long gone." "So, whatcha been up to these day's Dan, er, Eddie?" "Selling cars. And you?" "Well, Explicit Video let me go, last week. It seems I suffer from the same thing you do." "When'd you get the flat?" "It happened while I was getting fluffed to do a scene with Zsa Zsa Star. It was working well, the fluff girl was incredible, and the minute I was about to get into the scene, WOOoop," Tony made a descending slide whistle sound. "It wouldn't get back up again. Sven Bridges was directing and he thought it was Zsa Zsa so he put me in another scene with some really hot, young newcomer who doesn't even have a stage name yet." "Still wouldn't work?" Tony nodded. "Same here," Eddie said. Tony drank his drink in one gulp and offered the empty glass to the barmaid, "Doc says it's done. Something about not enough blood is able to go into my unit. The irony. The very thing that made me my fortune has gone and quit on me. He said a reduction might help, some. It would allow me to have normal sex again." "Oh, Tony, I'm so sorry for you. Really, that fuckin' sucks." "Don't feel sorry for me, man, you're in the same boat." "But I'm not," Eddie replied. "Bullshit. They kicked you to the curb, too, after your dork took a powder." "My dork works fine. It just works when it wants to." Tony motioned to the bartender to bring them both a round by swirling his finger over their drinks, "Like here today, gone tomorrow? That sort of thing?" "No. It's a psychological thing. I can get intimate with a lady but the minute she puts any pressure on me - - like, 'harder' or 'deeper' - - I lose it. I can't handle doing it under pressure. And then sometimes, when I'm in the middle of it, I just lose feeling and I go limp." "So, you can be cured? Like through a shrink, or something." Eddie looked at Tony through the yellowed mirror across the room, "I've thought about it, but I'm not really interested in the biz anymore." As the barmaid brought the drinks, the front door opened with its bright intrusion. The drunks at the bar turned to see who was coming in. Eddie and Tony did, also. Since their eyes were still adjusting, they could only hear the clicking of high heels on the dirty tile floor. A woman, in her late twenties or early thirties came through the smoke and into the cone of illumination emanating from a recessed lamp in the ceiling above the farthest corner of the bar. The barmaid turned her back to Eddie and Tony to wait on the newcomer. "I bet that old broad was a hell of a lay in her day," Tony said. "As long as she kept her mouth shut, I bet she's a good lay now, at least for me. And she can't be that old. What? Around forty?" "She reminds me of the broads from the 'Golden Years,' like Nina and Selena and all those other chicks with one name that still do the dance tour for peanuts or, after they found God, write books about how awful the biz was to them." "No, she reminds me of someone who's spent too many days on the back of a Harley." Eddie said as he turned his head to look at the woman who had just come in. She was tall, blonde and made up like she was about to go to a five-star restaurant. She wore a low-cut gold sequin dress that revealed ample cleavage. The woman took her drink from the bar and walked over to the nearest patron, a man in his late forties. She set her drink down next to him and took a seat. Within seconds, she had her lips to his ear. The glum look he had worn since Eddie and Tony had arrived turned into a look of thrill and surprise. She picked up her drink again and moved to the next patron, a thirty-something guy wearing some kind of uniform jumpsuit. She did the same to him and his reaction was like that of the first man. "What do you think is going on here?" Eddie asked. Tony took his gaze from the woman, "Hooker?" "If she's a hooker, it looks like she's giving it away." The woman worked her way to each patron down the bar until she came to Tony. She put her face close to him and nuzzled her nose in his ear and murmured something Eddie couldn't quite hear. She stepped away from Tony and said, "Him too. The more the merrier," and walked out the back door. "What's going on?" Eddie asked. "She says she wants to blow every guy in the place." "Why?" "No reason. I guess she's some kind of freak. Probably having some kind of breakdown, or something." Tony lit a cigarette, "You wanna take her up on it?" Eddie looked into his lap and back at Tony, "You know, I'm not sure if I could." "I thought it was the pressure," Tony asked. "I simplified it. It's not just the pressure, it's just . . . Well, it's just hard to explain. It just works when it wants to, that's all." Each man that was sitting at the bar filed out, one by one. "What the fuck is going on here?" the barmaid squawked. "Where the hell are you guys going?" The thirty-something guy said, "We'll be right back, Cheri. Keep the tabs open. This won't take long." The men filed past, behind Eddie and Tony and, almost as if she were following some kind of magnetic pull, the barmaid came toward them, "What the fuck is happening here?" Eddie spoke first, "It looks like the customers are getting the tips today." "That's a matter of perspective," Tony interjected. "Could we get another round? And make mine a double this time." The barmaid gave them a blank stare, her face showing a total incomprehension of what they were trying to say, made their drinks and brought them. As she set them down, she asked, "Really, what's going on?" Tony began to say something but Eddie wedged his own words in quicker, "That girl there offered every guy in the place a blowjob." The barmaid's eyes widened, "What!" "That's right," Tony said. "So why aren't you guys out there?" the barmaid asked. "We'd rather drink," Eddie said. "Besides," Tony added, "between the two of us, we've laid enough pipe to make the Alaskans envious." The barmaid looked at them sideways and turned to wash some glasses, "Yeah, right." "Don't you know who we are?" Tony asked. "We're nobody, Tony," Eddie said. "So who the fuck are you supposed to be?" the barmaid asked. "Nobody, just nobody," Eddie said. Tony stood up off of his stool, "Fuck that! We are somebody . . . or, maybe we used to be. But damn, dude, we were champions! It's not like we could do what we did because we were just average guys. We could make a couple slabs of flesh turn into rock-hard cocks at will. We could make erections at command. We got paid to screw beautiful women who could walk into a bar and offer to blow every guy in the place without conscience, like her." Tony motioned toward the back door and shook his head, "No, we're not nobodies." The barmaid looked at both of them. She started to go back to the glasses, hesitated and went back to them and put her elbows on the bar in front of them, revealing cleavage that had seen too much sun. "Really?" Tony leaned toward her, "Ever see 'Hookers From Mars'?" "No." "What about 'The XXX Files'?" "Are you talking about movies?" "Yeah, porn movies, ya know?" Eddie sucked down half of his Heineken and set the bottle down a little too hard, "C'mon! With titles like that - - The triple x-files? - - what other kind of movies could they be?" "You guys are porn stars?" Tony leveled a stony stare at Eddie, "Yeah." "We used to be," Eddie said. Tony let out a hard breath and faced his drink. The barmaid leaned in closer, deepening the creases in her breasts, "Really? We don't get many celebrities in here. Are you guys for real?" Eddie started with a partial "No" but Tony interrupted, "Yeah. And we were good. Not like Dan, um, Eddie, here and I worked together much, but I've seen him work and, shit, we were at the top of our game not too long ago. What's going on outside, in the alley, is just something that me and him saw every day. The difference is that there's not lights, a camera up your ass or a director yelling out what position you need to be in next." Eddie got up, "I gotta take a leak." He walked toward the back door, paused, and turned into the men's room. He stood in his stall, unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. He looked down at it and remembered when a situation, such as the one that was currently occurring in the alley, would've made it at least semi-erect. As he urinated, he read the graffiti in the stall: "For a great blowjob call 555-9676 Ask for Candy" "I fucked your wife" and on the condom machine next to the stall: "don't buy this gum it tastes like rubber." It was all the same shit he had read in every dive he'd ever been in. He shook himself off, tucked his member back down his left thigh, and went back out to the bar. As soon as he sat down, the back door opened and let intruding light in again, The older man that Eddie had first seen, when he came in, walked in with a smug look on his face. The man took his place. Another man came in, and a few minutes later, another. As each patron came in, the barmaid tended to each one, pouring each a drink, if they needed one, or emptying an ashtray. Each man that had left, came in and didn't say a word, but they still had the same look on their face. Finally, the last of the men they saw leave came in. "You guys need another?" the barmaid asked. "Sure," Eddie said. The back door opened again and all the faces in the bar turned to look to see who was coming in, as if they didn't know. The woman in the sequined dress came in. Her hair was speckled with what looked like stringy pearls and her cheeks and breasts shined as if they were wet. "Yeah! That's what I needed!" She said as she sauntered up to the bar, "Bartender, I need a Stoli and grapefruit!" The men at the bar simultaneously said that they'd buy her one. The barmaid was still at the opposite side of the bar, "I ain't serving you." Complaints rippled through the bar. The barmaid turned to the men and said, "Look at her. She's disgusting!" She turned to the woman, "Get the hell out of here and don't drip any of that shit on the floor!" She was heading back to Eddie and Tony talking to nobody, "What would make anyone do something like that?" "In my experience," Tony said, "Some girls just like to be treated like that." "No," Eddie said. "Not that one. She was making a point." He looked at the barmaid, "Can I get my tab?" "I got it," Tony said. "You takin' off?" "Yeah, it's getting late and I better get home." "Late? It's only three o'clock." "Yeah, but I've got a pretty good buzz on and I don't want to drive in rush-hour traffic all fucked up." Eddie shook Tony's hand, "Thanks for the drinks, man. You take it easy." Tony smiled and nodded. As Eddie was walking away, he heard Tony saying to the barmaid, "So, I'm Tony Touide." "As in T-W-O? Or as in T-O-O?" She said. Eddie didn't have to hear the reply. He had heard it from girls he'd worked with: To-ooh-oooh Wide. He stepped out into the Los Angeles sun and walked toward his car. He turned the corner and saw the woman squatting behind the door of a Lincoln Continental the color of her sequins, retching. He stopped to say something to the woman, but got into his car instead. There was nothing he could say. Numbness Everything is in place. The bathroom, the kitchen, and the bedroom all clean and tidy. The floor vacuumed, the porch swept. She lights the candles, noting how still everything seems. Magic time, the sunset, he will be here with her, soon. She raises the blind part way on the west window. Pink clouds clinging to the last rays of sunlight, as evening slips in behind them. Looking out on the gravel driveway, she hopes to see his headlights coming over the hill, though there is still no sign of him. Already naked, she has carefully pinned her hair up and out of the way tonight. Being especially eager, for some reason, to have nothing inhibit her - no wayward tendrils to hastily pull away, should he decide to use her mouth, or even just to kiss her. She has prepared herself for this, leaving nothing to chance. Sitting on her knees by the window, she gazes out, becomes dreamy, lets herself be still and quiet for the first time in hours. He is close, the impulse blooms in her mind, then she hears the crunch of tires on gravel and the familiar rumble of his engine. Little flutters in her belly, she quickly moves to the bed and assumes the requested position. Bottom in the air, breasts against the mattress, legs spread, back arched. She rests her arms flat against the mattress, bent at the elbow, and rests her right cheek on her hands. She reminds herself to be obedient, then stifles a chuckle at the thought. 'Who is the one talking,' she wonders, 'who is the one listening?' Giddy, she puts those thoughts aside quickly, not wanting to get carried away. 'Don't let him come in to find me laughing like a mad woman at the voices in my head.' Her mind flickers to darker musings Will he hurt her tonight? Will he still not cum? He'll have to leave. He always leaves. His car door creaks as it opens. She quiets instantly, listening to his movements. He walks past the window. The blind is still up. She wonders if he looks in at her, waiting for him. Exposed, vulnerable. She wonders what it feels like to be him, seeing her. The house is dark, except for the few candles. Sunset fading into purple as the front door opens, and he steps inside. He pauses in the living room, dropping his keys on the counter. She smiles to herself, knowing his habit so well now. She cannot see him, but pictures him, with his eyes narrowed, nodding his head, agreeing with his surroundings. Like a predator at the hunt, taking it all in before he moves any further. After a few moments she hears the rustle of his jacket. Her body is humming softly to itself. She feels supremely sensitive, aroused, aware. He is going to touch her, she will let him touch her. His touch, he makes her wait for it, and he then rewards her. He doesn't give in to her, doesn't let her get away with her little tricks. her Master. Finally, he enters the room where she waits for him. He sits down beside her, kisses her warm cheek, her smooth forehead. Gently, he begins caressing her shoulders, back, and hips, greeting her body, before he even speaks to her. He puts his hand on her left buttock and squeezes, then he stands. Moving beyond her field of vision, he is silent. She hears him open the bottom drawer of her dresser, and begin to sift through the contents. He returns, pulling her hands out from under her head, he brings them around to her back and begins to tie her wrists. She is careful to oblige him, offering each wrist, submitting to the binding without hesitation, just like a good slave would do. Moving behind her, he begins pinching her thighs and buttocks, tugging at her roughly, he rubs his knuckles into her sex. He plunges two fingers deep into her as she whimpers softly. "Is my little slave woman afraid of her master?" His tone is mocking, teasing, as he leans close to her ear. He gives his fingers a little twist, wriggles them deeper into her soft warmth. She may whimper, but her pussy sucks at his fingers, he can feel her open herself to his touch, her body asking more of him. She blushes as he pulls his fingers out and begins to rub her. "Offer it to me, it feels so good when you offer yourself. Let me just touch you, right here, just like this, just for a little while." A part of her is horrified by his lewdness, the things he says and how he handles her most sensitive and delicate area - and yet, her body responds. She arches further, inches her legs further apart, wanting to give him better access to her, to help him touch her deeper. Not to please him, not because he wants her to. No, it's for her, because it feels so good to be touched, to be teased, to be pleasured while her hands are tied. "That's so sweet baby, do that some more," he speaks softly, letting the vibration of his voice sink into her head, giving her chills, "Can you feel how slippery you are?" His fingers enter her again, a little deeper, pull out a little slower, she moans softly. It does feel good, doing just what he wants her to. His fingers circle down, to her smooth shaven mound, settling on that spot. That spot he always goes straight for. She stops her breath abruptly, her belly tightens, her muscles constrict, his touch stops feeling good, and then she just stops feeling. "A-ha, what was that, sweetie?" "what?" she asks, as if surprised. "What did you just do?" He is amused, as he straightens up. His hand smacks her right buttock sharply. "I stopped feeling." She is embarrassed, he has caught her again. "How did you do it?" SMACK "I.. I don't know!" She wants to scream in frustration, it's not my fault, I didn't do it, i can't help it, but she holds it back, he wouldn't listen anyway. 10 times he spanks her on the right cheek, while she complains and struggles with the rope binding her wrists. Then he balances out the left cheek with equal attention. "How did you do it?" He starts to touch her lightly, she is so wet now, no matter how much she complains, he knows better than to believe her. It seems the agreement he has with her body allows him to slip past her rational mind. Her body knows what is good for her, and shares its wisdom with him in an indisputable way. "I don't know how I did it, I don't know. Please!" "Mmmm, you won't tell me." His hand slips back to the spot, and she stiffens her muscles unconsciously. "That's good, I want to work on this some more." He presses. "In fact I plan to spend a lot of time exploring this with you." He releases the pressure abruptly, then sets to warming her bottom with a rapid succession of hard smacks. She is squirmy and reluctant, already in tears, though more from the testing of her boundaries than the spanking. She is almost flat on her belly now, having bucked and flinched halfway across the bed, so convinced that he was hurting her. He ceases spanking, then begins to caress her , "Is it too much?" His voice is tender, as if he is actually concerned. "No it's not." Her pride won't let her say anything else. She mistrusts his caresses, thinks he is playing good cop, bad cop with her. Every time he pauses, she braces for the onslaught. She can handle more, but she won't allow herself to enjoy it. He smiles, it's alright with him if she doesn't enjoy it. Every once in awhile, it seems he relishes seeing her struggle, hearing her complain, and kissing her tears. Some part of him loves the challenge of not giving in to her. Though there are other times, when he does spoil her and indulge her terribly. It's a delicate balance, especially with such a sensitive instrument. The window draws his attention momentarily. He dismisses it, as she shudders under his gentle touch. Bringing his focus back to the delightful task at hand, his hands encircle her waist, feeling the curve of her, her hips, her soft skin, her warmth. He is learning her magic when they play together like this. How to finesse her without babying her. How to push her limits without being cruel. How to use her, without taking anything from her. "Turn over. On your back." She obeys, relieved that he will not be bruising her bottom any more at the present moment. Her wrists, still tied beneath her, force her pelvis up as if in offering. His cock swells as he parts her legs. She looks gorgeous in this position, and still pouting over being spanked, her nipples erect and her sex swollen. He touches her as he looks into her eyes. "I want you to pay attention, see if you can feel when you go numb." His fingers move lightly over her thighs as he leans over to suck her right nipple. She loves to see him put his mouth on her body, loves how she feels connected to him. His hand slips between her legs. She wants him inside her and lifts her pelvis to show him her desire. Immediately he moves his hand to that spot and releases her nipple. She sinks in disappointment, tricked again. He chuckles, pressing harder as she squirms. She brings her knees together. "Offer it, sweetie, offer it to your master." She parts her legs again hesitantly, a little wider, then closes them again, then a little wider. He loves to watch her do it, the way she fights with herself. He begins to tap between her legs with his fingers, she accepts his touch without flinching. After a little while he begins to use his palm, still tapping lightly. She lifts herself to meet his hand, moaning softly. "Oh, that feels so good." He smiles, he can feel her opening up to him again, she doesn't even think about it, just acts, inviting him to do as he pleases, harder, faster. His cock is painfully erect, he stops, to unzip and lower his jeans. He guides her to scoot down and hang her head off the foot of the bed. She opens her mouth, so happy to serve him that way. As he slides his cock into her soft wet mouth he begins spanking her pussy again. She moans, writhes, chokes, her juices coat his hand. He fucks her mouth and throat, fighting the urge to cum in her, just because it would be so easy to do. "Oh, sweetie, your little mouth feels so good on me, and you are so wet, I could play with you for hours like this." She moans, half choking, he sees her stomach muscles tense and relax, tense and relax. So much power in that little body. "Give me some more, offer yourself to me, I love to spank your little pussy while you suck." She lifts her pelvis again, aware that she is dancing at the very edge of orgasm. She wants more, it feels amazing to have him in her throat and all over her sex. "That's wonderful, baby, show me. Show me how good that feels." She could surrender to him this time. If only he were inside her. At the thought she goes numb again. He senses the shift and stops spanking, he moves his cock in and out of her mouth less forcefully, he leans over her and kisses her opening, inhaling her sweet scent. "That was very, very, good sweetie. You were so close." With her mouth still full of him, she moans an affirmative. He kisses her again, touches just inside her opening with his index finger. He is aware of a movement at the window, but he remains still. He looks at her, stretched out beneath him, so vulnerable, so willing to play these games with him, so excited by his touch. So strong. He penetrates her a few times with his fingers, spreading her and rubbing her swollen lips as he continues making love to her mouth, she takes him deeper into her throat, keeps him there longer. She doesn't want him to stop. He raises his head to look out the window, aware now, that some one has been there watching them play. His eyes pierce the darkness, twigs snapping, and the crunch of gravel as the watcher runs away.