3 comments/ 63579 views/ 0 favorites Unfinished Story Ch. 01 By: Decayed Angel I walked into the bar and noticed Randy sitting alone at a table, with two mugs of beer and two shot glasses full of something that looked very strong. Randy was a gregarious fellow normally sitting at the bar in the middle of a crowd. Nodding hello to the bartender, I headed over to the table to see if he wanted some company. "Hey Randy, you doing okay?" "Nope, happy hour is about to end and I ain't even half drunk," he said, running his hand back through his gray streaked black hair. "I don't know man, you seem a bit wobbly to me." "Hell, that ain't the drinking, I wobbled in here after I damn near broke my foot kicking everything that moved and one thing that didn't move in the street," he held up his foot showing me a badly scuffed up boot. Before I could reply Tilley, one of the waitresses stepped over and asked, "The usual Hank?" "Yeah, but hey, give me a shot of what Randy's having too." "Okay, but you better stay sober enough to keep an eye on him," she said and then leaned in closer, whispering, "Something ain't right with him tonight, something at home." I nodded and then turned back to Randy, "Tell me Randy, what's got you kicking the shit out of everything in the street?" "Ah hell Hank, Cindy's gone and done it again," he said rubbing the gray stubble on his chin. "Stepping out with some kid again?" "Shit Hank, it's worse than that, she's got them coming over to the house and fucking fucking them right there." "Fucking them in the house?" "Fucking fucking them in the fucking house... hell in Cindy's and my fucking bedroom," he said, grabbing a shot glass and quickly swallowing the liquid. Tilley brought my drinks over, sliding two beers and two shots in front of me. I was about to say something when she said, "Still happy hour, two for one. Have fun," she said, nodding at Randy. "Thanks," I said as she turned away. Turning back to Randy, I stared into his jet black eyes and saw a hollow look, the look of a man who has fallen into a bottomless pit. "How do you know all this?" "I saw them Hank, hell, I not only saw them, I videotaped them." "You what?" I asked, grabbing one of the shot glasses and swallowing. "Oh fuck," I choked, "What the hell you drinking?" "Scorpion mescal, I'm trying to get down to the scorpion. It will remind me of Cindy." "You said you videotaped..." "Damn sure did. I had a feeling something was happening. When I called her in the day, she seemed nervous, like she wanted to get off the phone quick or something. Just like the last time, so I went out and bought a special video camera and set it up where I could film the bed without them seeing the camera. "I then set up a TV out in the garage that was set up to see what was on the video camera, so I could record what was happening as well as watch. And fuck Hank, I watched every fucking second of it." I picked up one of my beers and took a few big swallows as Randy gulped another shot of mescal and waved at Tilley. When Tilley came over he asked, "We down to the scorpion yet?" "Yeah, I'll bring it over," she said disgustedly. "Anyway, I had pretended to go to work, parking my truck around the corner and sneaking back into the garage to get a look at the TV. Well, when I first start watching, Cindy is by herself, in our room, but she is completely naked. Now she gets on the bed and opens her legs, running her fingers... Well hell, I got my recorder right out in the truck, I'll let you watch for yourself." "You sure you want me to do that, I mean she's your wife and all." "Not for long, just wait here." I sat quietly as I watched Randy limp out to his truck, staggering a bit. He was gone long enough for Tilley to deliver his drink with a disgusted look on her face. I picked up the glass and held it up to the light. Sure enough I could see the black scorpion through the honey colored liquid. "Damn, I heard of a worm in the bottle, but a scorpion?" "It's some fancy mescal. I don't even drink the stuff with a worm in it. Supposedly made from some cactus or something, too weird for me." I just shook my head and smiled. After a few minutes I watched Randy, now staggering badly and covered with dust. He made his way back to the table and sat down. He then put his mini cam recorder up on the table. "What happened to you?" "Oh I thought I saw him and I went after him." "Him? Him who?" "Him who did my wife today." "And?" "Well it turned out to be not him, just some other guy." "What did you do?" "Well, when I saw him I went and jumped on him. He threw me on the ground and kicked me a good one, but by then I realized it wasn't him." "You figured it out?" "Yeah, this guy was black, the guy on the video isn't." "So out there in the parking lot you mistook a black man for the white man who did your wife?" "Well it was dark out and he had the same kind of boots the guy had." "Boots, what's boots have to do with it." "Well hell, just watch the video here," Randy said, opening the tiny screen on his recorder and turning it on. He then grabbed his drink, carefully drank all the liquid and then grabbed the scorpion, held it up in the air and lowered it down into his mouth. The video started and I saw his wife Cindy on the bed. While listening to Randy crunch on the scorpion, I noticed that the attractive blond woman now spreading her legs, wasn't a natural blond. She moved her hands to her breasts and moved her palms in circular motions over her nipples. From what I could see, her breasts were large, perfectly rounded and I remembered Randy complaining about how much those breasts cost him. Reaching down and casually adjusting my erection in my pants, I felt a pang of guilt getting a hard-on while looking at Randy's wife. I looked over at him, but he was now looking through his empty glass, apparently enthralled on how the lights and colors reflected off the glass. Cindy now slowly moved her right hand down her tight stomach, sliding her fingers through her bushy patch of dark brown pubic hair and then down to her slit. Moving her middle finger in a circular motion, she burrowed into her pussy, letting the wetness lubricate her fingers. She then moved her finger up her slit and I watched her lips bloom into beautiful pink curves. Finding her clit, she then concentrated on the tiny nub, moving her finger in a tight circular motion over it. Her other hand had continued toying with her nipples, which were standing straight up in the air. She began to move, responding to the sensations she was giving herself. Her hips rose and fell as if she was fucking someone and I couldn't help but feel a tingling in my groin, wondering what it might be like. Suddenly, she arched her back and then fell back onto the bed and curled up in a ball. "Randy, it's only Cindy by herself here," I said, interrupting his gazing into the glass. "Keep watch... son of a bitch!" he shouted, as a black man grabbed him by the collar and literally picked him up and dragged him toward the door. I reached down, shut off the recorder and hurried out behind them. The black man had thrown Randy up against a truck and was about to begin beating the shit out of him when I grabbed his arm. He immediately turned to me, ready to take us both on when I shouted, "No, no man... it's all a mistake." "Mistake hell, that's the fucker that jumped me just a few minutes ago, right here in the parking lot." "He's sorry, he mistook you for someone else." "He's sorry? I told him I better not see him here again or..." "Look, come over here, let me explain," I said, gently taking the man's arm and turning away from Randy. "We don't want any trouble, but Randy's all fucked up man." "Randy's fucked up?" "Look man, it's his wife. He caught her fucking around on him and he had boots like yours or something." "Hell man, I didn't..." "No, no, it was a white man, but he had boots like yours. It's just, well you can see he's pretty drunk and apparently he saw the boots and went after you. As soon as he saw you were black, he realized he made a mistake." "Well, that doesn't fix the shirt he damn near tore off me." I just looked at his shirt, which appeared to be okay. "Not this shirt, I went home and changed," he said, straightening out his shirt and tucking it in. "Look, what did the shirt cost you?" I asked, pulling two twenties out of my wallet. "Hell, this ain't no Wal-Mart shirt." Nodding, I grabbed a third twenty and handed him the bills, "Will that cover it?" "Yeah, okay. I'll leave him alone, he's been pretty fucked up already." "Thanks man." "But I have to admit, that guy who did his wife, he does have style," he said, holding a leg up in the air and pulling up his pant leg to give me a good look at his boot. It was decorated with a bright orange and red bird that was rising out of what looked like the fires of hell. "Seven hundred fifty bucks, only three or four boots like this in the county." Returning to Randy, who was bent over at the waist retching, I rested my hand on his shoulder and asked, "What is it about the boots man?" "You'll see... you'll see," he said standing upright and walking back towards the door. "But..." He turned back to me and said, "Come on, you'll see." Unfinished Story Ch. 02 Randy, still limping from kicking whatever it was he kicked, and I walked back into the bar. I immediately noticed that the camcorder was gone, but then looked over to Tilley, who nodded and came over to the table carrying it on her tray. "I wasn't sure how long you'd be so I figured I better watch out for this," she said, putting the camcorder down on the table. "You want to drink those warm ones or should I bring you some more?" "Forget the beer, let's have some more of that scorpion," Randy said. I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Okay Tilley, two scorpion mescals." "Okay, but I think this is the last bottle we have. We never figured anyone would really drink this stuff, just had it up there for show." "Well, after you get used to it, it does go down good," I said, "Just save the scorpion for Randy" As she turned to head back to the bar, Randy reached over, turned on the camcorder and then turned it so I could see the screen. It started out where it had left off earlier, with Cindy on the bed curled up in a ball after she had come. For a few moments nothing happened, then suddenly, outside the sliding glass door I saw the boots come walking across the patio. The boots paused a moment, but Cindy sat up and waved. The glass door slid open and the boots stepped into the room. Randy looked over at the screen and said, "Yeah, the fucker parked in the street and came across out back yard. I guess they had this all worked out so no one would see his truck in my driveway. I wouldn't have known he was there if I wasn't watching the TV in the garage." I nodded at Randy and then turned back to the screen as the man sat on the bed, kicked off his boots and then removed all his clothes except for the white socks he was wearing. You still couldn't see the man's face, but he did have an odd scar across one of his buttocks. I winced a bit wondering what might have made that scar. Cindy had leaned back on the bed and opened her legs, but instead of diving right in, the man grabbed his boots, sat back down on the bed and pulled them on. It was an odd sight when he stood up, completely naked except for his boots. There he was, the boots with a bright red and orange bird rising out of bright yellow flames, a big scar on his ass, and a stubby, little cock. The man crawled onto the bed and moved his head between Cindy's legs and running his tongue up her thighs. She had already started raising her hips even before his tongue ran up her slit and circle the tiny nub of her clit. Reaching her hands down, she grabbed him by the hair and pulled him tight against her as she fucked his face hard. Stubby little cock or not, this guy was doing a good job eating her cause she was going nuts grinding on him. Even on the tiny screen I could see his face glistening from her juices. I watched her face tighten up and then relax as she collapsed back on the bed, much like when I watched the recording of her masturbating. She paused only a moment after coming and then reached down and pulled him upward. As he crawled over her, she reached down and grabbed his tiny cock and guided it into her glistening wet pussy. He pushed against her, but instead of pulling the cock in and out of her, all he did was kind of rock back and forth. I guess he was so small that he didn't dare withdraw much for fear his cock would slip out of her. Anyway, he continued rocking wildly, so fast that her breasts began jiggling like water balloons bouncing down a staircase. I was surprised she didn't get sick, being jostled so violently, but whatever it was, it worked for him because in just moments he arched his back and then fell down on her. He remained on top of her for a bit and then he jumped up quickly looking back in the direction of the bedroom door. It wasn't the first time his face appeared on screen, but it was the only time I saw him straight on before he turned and headed for the door. I noticed a man suddenly rush in carrying a tool or something. While the naked man tried to open the sliding door, the other man reached down and clamped the tool the man's stubby, little, flaccid cock. The naked man grabbed at the tool, but for some reason he couldn't get it off. After fooling with it for a few seconds, he turned his attention back to the glass door, finally sliding it open. The last you see of the man is his boots clomping across the patio at a high rate of speed. After the naked man disappeared I watched the other man, a man I recognized as Randy, holding another tool as he screamed at Cindy. He shook the tool, pointing menacingly at her breasts. Suddenly all you could see on screen was his face as the image suddenly went black. "Son of a bitch, what was that you attached to his cock?" "An old vice grip I had. They were fucked up... I never could get them to release without taking a hammer to them. I hate the fact that he ran off with one of my tools, but if I was to lose a tool, that vice grip would have been the one I chose, so it's a loss, but not a big one." "I guess you made him pay." "Yeah, but what I really wanted was to get his boots. It would be nice to wear them as I walk all over Cindy in court." "Don't get too cocky man, I've seen plenty of good men get fucked over in divorce court," I said. "Hell man, this isn't the first time she's done it and I got an appointment with Allison to watch this tape tomorrow." "Allison Walker/Davis?" "Just Allison Walker now," he replied, smiling for the first time that evening. "But she only represents women in these divorce cases. She's cut the balls off of plenty of guys." "Don't you remember Hank, that's Ally Walker," he said giving me an odd look. "Oh fuck, Ally! She's the one who..." "Shit man I took her to prom and everything. She off and went to law school and married some lawyer. Well, apparently she learned her lesson." "But why all the shit earlier, nearly breaking your foot, acting so fucked up?" "Ally told me to do that... Ah Hank, what am I gonna do without Cindy?" he said, dropping his head onto the table. Turning my head I noticed Tilley had come over to the table. "You need any more scorpion Hank?" "Nah, let us just nurse these a while longer," I said. As she walked away Randy lifted his head and continued talking, "No Hank, Ally told me to act all broken up. She wants Cindy to think I'm falling apart, so here I am acting completely devastated. That way, when Cindy and her lawyer come calling, Ally and I will take them by surprise and Cindy won't even know what hit her." "Okay man, but why did you tell me?" "Shit Hank, I been about to bust a gut here wanting to tell someone I'm gonna finally stand up to Cindy, and well, I trust you like a brother so here we are." I reached out and took his hand, squeezing it firmly. "You now Randy, I feel the same way man. So you doing okay?" "Oh hell yeah, after I told Ally about the video, she told me I had nothing to worry about. Tomorrow I drop it off and she starts putting everything together. I figure Ally and I may be together in a few months." "That's great man, that's really great," I said as we both finished up our drinks. "You be able to drive?" "Yeah," he said, "it's not too far away." "Look, let me drive you Randy, you don't want to get fucked up with a DUI or worse tonight." "Yeah, you're right," he said, as I helped him stand up and walked him out to my car. "Oh hell Randy, we left the camcorder inside," I said, closing his door. "I'll just rush in and grab it." I ran back into the bar and saw Tilley at the table holding the camcorder and shaking his head. She handed it to me and I returned to my car and drove Randy home. "Here you go," I said, pulling into his drive. "And don't forget your camcorder." Randy thanked me and headed inside. I backed out of his driveway and drove back to my apartment. After climbing the stairs, I unlocked my door and walked toward my bedroom saying, "I'm home." Stepping into the bedroom I tossed the tape onto the bed saying, "Here you go babe." "This is the tape?" "From the moment I discovered you weren't a natural blond until poor Wayne paid for his vice. After I got the camcorder from Tilley, I simply grabbed his tape there and inserted the one you gave me." "Well, it looks like I owe you a real big thank you," she said, opening her legs widely. I climbed onto the bed and let my nose slide through her furry brown pubic just before I plunged my tongue deep into Cindy's pussy.