Title: Beggar
Chapter 2
ONE DAY EARLIER
A knock came on the door. With a click the door opened, and a tired eye peered through it.
“Hi.” The eye studied the visitor. On the other side was a man. He stood below the shadow of a black and blue police hat. In one hand he held a memo book, and in the other he held a pen. “Is this the residence of Mr. Flicker?
“...local PD, m’am.
“...we’d been informed that he passed through the area. Just looking for confirmation.
“...I see.
“...ok. Can you recall any of them?
“...no, that’s fine. Thanks for your time, m’am. If you have any more questions or happen to remember anything about Mr, Flicker—here. Contact this number.
“...You too, m’am. Stay safe. And hope you take care of that cough!”
As the door closed, the eye looked the shred of paper over. It read,
‘Detective Teddy Rigby. MPD.’
She slid it into a kicthen cabinet.
PRESENT
The street pole beeped as Wilson stared blankly at his pants.
Please work, he thought.
On cue, Wilson’s pants began to instantly dry. But it didn’t stop there—it also reverted to that post-laundry, detergent smell he liked, as if he just washed it. Two birds with one stone for Wilson.
Cheering, Wilson gave himself a mental slap, then, under his breath, cheered again. He was really beginning to like this power. If it was what he thought it was then he could probably do more with it than he initially imagined. But talk about overwhelming—he didn’t even know where to start, or how. He could barely control himself at Jennifer’s donut shop, let alone a city plaza. Just what were the limits to this?!
A bump on his shoulder interrupted him, and when he came to, it was to a crosswalk of cars. “Argh!” he slapped the pole. He was already late and missed the pedestrian crossing.
“Dad, what’s that man doing?” A pink-haired girl pointed at the man rubbing his hand.
“Don’t worry about that sweetie,” her dad replied, “he’s just one of the weirdos.”
“Oh, okay,” she totally bought, and they continued their way.
Wilson overheard, sighed, and turned forward.
Then Wilson had a figurative brick to the head. He glanced at the streetlights and thought quietly to himself.
A second later, the lights turned red, each car stopped smoothly before the pedestrian line, and a scruffy-looking unshaved man was crossing the street, a box of a dozen donuts in his hand.
“Hey Dad, see that man over there? Isn’t he just so cool?!” The pink-haired girl from earlier, hand still wrapped in her old man’s, lent Wilson an adoring gaze. They had both turned to watch the random person they had never met or cared an ounce about before in their life walk forgettably down the crosswalk.
“Yeah,” the dad sighed, quickly staring down at his looney feet. “I wish I was that cool.”
“Forget it Dad,” the girl stamped her own foot, “you’ll never be as cool, awesome, or super handsome as him. Just forget it. Actually, don’t even think about it. Or try it, ’cause it’ll never happen.”
“Yeah,” the dad agreed, then gave his daughter a small smile. “You’re right, sweetie. Thank you so much for your honesty.”
“No problem,” the girl smiled back. “You can always count on me to say the right thing to my lovely, pathetic loser dad!”
The two of them laughed, separated hands, and continued their way.
Two blocks later Wilson stopped at the sight of tight denim before him. Another college student, it looked like. Wilson’s eyes observed her, and her body, as he walked up to the next intersection and waited his turn.
Slightly red-haired, more of a light strawberry hue. Hints of a decently curved body underneath that pair of jeans and sweater. Pear-faced, in a pleasant way.
Wilson nodded. His eyes moved upward and saw she had on earbuds which appeared to be plugged into her phone, streaming Lil’ someone or the other, probably. Oh why not, he resigned as he approached. This is, like they say, for science.
Terra adjusted her backpack strap, nodding to the music, when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She plucked out an earbud and turned. Then grimaced, before slapping on an accommodating smile. A couple months interning at the school didn’t serve as complete uselessness.
Still, whoever she was looking at, he was a pitiful looking guy, but at least he smelled clean. “Yeah?” She looked around, making sure she hadn’t made a wrong turn somewhere. She hadn’t. “Did you need something?” she asked, turning back flatly.
Wilson nodded and glanced at her phone, cradled in her hand. Here goes nothin’, he mulled. Then really, really mulled—like algebra was his problem and virginity was on the line.
Terra blinked at him, then looked at her phone. Then looked back at Wilson. “What?”
“What are you listening to there?” he verbally nudged. “It looks...well...” He read out the title, syllable by syllable. “’Sounds of Orgasm: Women Getting Fucked?’” He gave Terra a look and she shot him one back. “Hey, just sayin’, I’ve never heard that one on the radio before! Musicians are taking things to a whole ’nother level these days, aren’t they?”
“It’s not a song, and no, I bet you haven’t heard it on the radio,” Terra said through tight lips. “It’s just some good background stuff to listen to. Women being degraded, treated like sex objects, and crying out in pleasure while being fucked up the ass or wherever is just, I dunno, relaxing. Helps me think, or not think, ’specially on my way to Ramona.” She shrugged. “I don’t know bud, what do you expect me to say?”
“Not that, to be honest,” Wilson laughed unsteadily. “But, uh, never mind. I was wondering how many times you’ve heard this on the radio then?”
“Plenty of times,” Terra was nodding her head to the orgasmic cries humming out of her earbud again. ‘My Hole, Your Goal’ was just such a good morning jam. “Where have you been? T’s latest single, for example, was pretty great. Another pretty cool sex vocal.”
“So how’s it go?”
“Well, it’s a cool story about her last break-up with Devon, of course. You read between the lines, she doesn’t outright admit it like in the lyrics. But anyway, it starts off with her just singing about doing her chores and running errands, a daily, boring grind, you know? Then it gets to the meaty part, where she starts using, you know, that Grammy-winning voice.”
“You mean...the moaning, the groaning, all that?”
“Yeah, that,” Terra nodded. “Some of her best work yet. So she’s basically having sex with some other man, but it turns out to be Devon’s cousin. The way she expresses this...I guess you can say dilemma is just so good. It’s like, ‘uuggghh god’, but then she turns that into an ‘ohh yea, baby yeesss, nooo, uhhfgg, yeess’.” Wilson laughed as she reenacted the sounds to the loudest and most blatant of her ability. No one seemed to care.
“Sounds like a Grammy winner alright,” Wilson said after managing to calm himself down.
Terra frowned. “Are you making fun of my voice, guy?”
“No!” Wilson backed away, when suddenly he noticed another girl waiting by the crosswalk, in a white sundress, also nicely figured with a book at her side. She seemed oblivious to the conversation going on behind her, as were the other pedestrians gathered around. Wilson couldn’t help himself as he found himself thinking of getting more people involved.
Suddenly the girl looked their way and came up to them. “Guys, guys,” she reassured, moving her hands up and down, “don’t worry, there’s an easy way to solve this.” Terra raised an eyebrow at the sudden mediator.
“Yeah?” she challenged. “How’s that?”
“Simple,” the other girl stared at her gently, like she was speaking to a kindergartner, “just take off your pants and fuck him, silly head!” She was pointing at Wilson. “How else are we going to know if your voice is even decent if we don’t hear it in the right context?”
“Hello,” Terra said as she zipped down her pants and slipped out of it, placing her phone and earbuds beside it, “I was just about to get to that, duh. I don’t need some random person telling me what to do...”
The sundress girl didn’t bother to retort back, instead just nodding then looking at Wilson. “I’ll finger myself—I’ll finger my pussy, I mean, while you guys do it, help provide some background vocals,” she said in encouragement, “just to move the mood along.” However, Wilson’s eyes pulsated, and the girl glanced craftily to her side. She had a book in her arm that she moved down underneath her knee-length dress until it clearly made contact with what she was aiming for. Her pretty, summer girl face scrunched a bit from the twinge of pleasure, and her creamy legs glimmered in the warm sunlight as Terra looked at Wilson and caught his attention once more.
“Hey, bud, you were the one who started the argument, remember? Unzip your pants or I’mma do it for you.”
“Oh yeah,” Wilson nervously chuckled as he looked around at the uncaring bystanders and felt for his zipper. He handed his box of donuts to a random woman who’d walked past, telling her to place it against the wall of the nearby building, which she breezily obeyed. Once he freed his fly Terra wasted no time in coming in close and rolling her palm against his dick, sticking her hand into his boxers. Her gaze treated it no differently from flipping through a textbook, he pointed out to himself.
Wow this feels nice, Wilson couldn’t help but go somewhat slack-jaw at the sensation of warm skin massaging his hairy and grimy rod. Throw in the fact they were doing this outside on the street, where everybody could see, and yet didn’t do anything to stop them or didn’t feel the need to, and Wilson was terribly hard.
“Okay,” Terra sighed as she began pulling his pants and boxers down and leaned in to kiss his penis a few times, “I’m going to ride you now.”
“UGH!” Cried the other girl in the sundress, obviously in pleasure, “OH, yeeess...ohh...oh fuck...” She had one free hand carressing her breasts and ass and thighs now, along with the book she held in the other being used as an apparently effective masturbatory tool. The title read, ‘Emma’, by Jane Austen, which Wilson was able to see after careening his neck. Shrugging, he turned back to Terra. Eh, never heard of her.
He helped pull his pants down then laid on the pavement while Terra stood above him. Looking at her, she winked back at him and moved her hands down her body seductively, sweater still clinging to her nicely shaped stomach and waist. She then slapped her ass, and performed a pelvic thrust, pointing at her exposed vagina like a mad scientist to a big red button. “Ready?” She asked.
“Ready,” Wilson croaked.
And with that, Terra plunged herself onto Wilson’s erect dick and began to moan and groan, just like they did in the radio, in the middle of the sidewalk as people sullenly walked around them noticing nothing far from the usual.
“OHH YES, UHHMMGGFF YEAH baby, oh, oh come on, come on, yeaahhh, ohh fuck this shit is so goood, your cock is so juicy and warm in me baby so just let me have it, ugh, just let me HAVE it ohhh goooddd, FUCKIN’ A, ohh yess, SHIT I’mm-ffuuhhh, uhh yeaah, going for first place on the rodeo hereeuuhh YES.” Terra circled her hips as her face was contorted in satisfaction, clearly enjoying herself as she placed her elbows just above Wilson’s shoulder and leaned forward. Her modestly sized but perky breasts hung only inches away from his face as she began to jerk her hips harder against his. He reacted accordingly as she continued her eulogy. “YEEESS YESS OH FUCK MEE YOU BIG STRONG MAN, give me your spunk, come on, let me feel it like the bitch I am, uhgghhhr, ohh shit, oh shiiittt, ohh SHHHIIIIITTT YEEEAAHHH ohh-hohoholy fuck, I’m gonna make your cock feel it today, gonna make you shower my little Panama Canal and tame this baad, uhhgf, baad bad slut, OOHHH FUCK FUCK ME, ughhh-huhh, uhhnggg SHIIIT!”
“Yesss ohh yeah, ohhh fuck yeah,” went the sundress girl beside them, who had her gaze fixed on them like a pimpled teen watching his first porn video, “keep going’, ohh yeah, fuck me fuck me fuck meeee, oh it’s so fucking wet, this pussy, ohhummmrmm...”
The two of them continued to moan and groan and steadily increased their rhythm both vocally and physically when finally they reached a cadence and all three climaxed at about the same time. Wilson’s load blew and his body practically seized up from the release, experiencing one of the most potent orgasms he’d ever felt. His hips jerked and shivered against their present host for several long seconds, then finally relaxed and plopped back onto the ground.
Falling gently across him, Terra rested against Wilson’s chest as she breathed heavily. The girl in the sundress removed her book from below her and readjusted her clothes, the sound of a strap or two slapping against skin reaching Wilson’s ears. Wilson looked at her as she began wiping the book, and then she began to lick it hastily and methodically, leaving no spot unturned. It would be unwieldy to have a book covered in gunk on her person the whole day after all. Then she suddenly stared down at her sundress and frowned, her pretty face scrunching as she looked it over and decided it would not do. With a quick dart of the eye she looked around before seeing a man in a brown jacket coming her way.
“Excuse me,” she stopped him with a gesture and smiled, a bit of embarrassment in her expression as she continued, “I’m sorry but I was wondering if I could give you my dress, the one I have on right now, and my bra and panties underneath it, in exchange for your socks. I hope it’s not too much of a random request, but it would be kind of silly to go around walking clothed today for someone like me, I think.” She laughed slightly and the man was thankfully understanding as he gave a lighthearted reply and began removing his own shoes and socks while the girl set her book down and removed her dress, leaving her in her underwear for the world to see, and then two blinks later not even that as she handed it to the man.
Once she was in only her birthday suit and equipped with but a pair of worn men’s socks and her book, she stuffed the socks into the Austen novel not before giving them a quick satisfying sniff and casually walked over to Terra and Wilson.
“So, what did you think?” Terra asked capriciously, as she removed her shoes and socks and passed both of them to Wilson. The rest of her was clothed as normally as before.
“About what?”
“You know what.”
The girl formerly in a sundress suddenly gave a strange, almost out-of-character smile, and for a brief moment it felt like something clicked into place in a bizarre way, but quickly the feeling was shaken off and Terra watched as the girl nodded her head to the crowd that had formed, and that somehow Terra barely noticed before. Nearly everyone had their own phones and cameras out, and appeared to have been recording the performance, now sharing it on social networks to everyone they knew. One girl put up a video on Facebook titled, “Amazing street performance, amazing fucking, must watch”, while another scene chick texted her boyfriend about a super hot girl with a super hot voice just finishing up a candid vocal and she wasn’t even into chicks but now wanted to see the nudes he had of his ex they were arguing over this morning, while even another put it up on Youtube with the title “OHMIGAWD Random Street Performance WILL Make u cry!", with two generic boobs and a microphone as a thumbnail.
“It’s not just me, but they all loved it too,” the naked, lovely bodied girl said as she approached Terra and giggled before giving her a quick peck on the cheek. When she withdrew she had a visible blush coloring her cheeks. Terra searched her eyes in surprise. This girl, the same one that put her up to the challenge, the same random intervener, apparently now had a crush on her! Terra didn’t even roll that way, but—well, she did have to admit, the idea of a hot little thing like her pining for her did send a ringing warmth to her nether-regions, for what sexually healthy female wouldn’t it? But still, it was all kind of... sudden.
Then she noticed the whole crowd around her, hobbled as it were at the corner of the sidewalk, all started to develop a similar vibe. They sent furtive glances her way and blushed when she caught them looking, men, women, old and young alike. Some were squirming just being there, and looked questionably uncomfortable, as if they suddenly had something to do but couldn’t move. Or rather, didn’t want to.
Terra blinked as she began rubbing her feet. Might as well start grooming ’em now for the walk ahead, she figured. “Umm...wow,” she stammered, eyes running through the herd then back down, “I...I don’t know what to say. You all really think I...have a voice? Like, that good? This is all so overwhelming, and...well...I never really looked at myself as a singer or vocal artist in any way, to be honest, my main goal was to go to school and get a degree that could help me land a gig in a pharmacy, you know, or something, the mundane life and all that, but...if...I guess...“
The whole crowd just seemed to hang on to her every word regardless of they were making sense of it or not but eventually one person cried out, “I’M YOUR BIGGEST FAN!!” and the silence officially broke. Everybody began squealing and shouting for autographs and weeping, so struck they were by the beauty they’d just been eyewitness to. “Your name!!” huffawed another, “what’s your name?!”
“What?” Terra asked, taken aback once again by the fervor set upon her.
The naked girl smiled and squeezed her hand, causing Terra to look her way. “Your name,” she replied, still blushing, only able to keep eye contact for 2 seconds before shifting away. “They want to know your name.”
“Oh,” Terra moved her eyes down then up again, facing the crowd, as she rubbed her feet then came up with a meek, unsure smile, “uhm, you can call me Terra.”
The crowd nearly imploded with chants of her name filling the air and a police car finally arrived to the scene to defuse and relocate Terra to a more ‘secluded’ area. She opted to take the sundress girl with her (who she found was called Ericke), nobody caring that she was naked of course, or that she had two odorized socks as bookmarks, and they drove off.
Meanwhile, a scruffy-looking man with a pair of shoes between his fingers had slunk off, a strange look on his face as he did, unnoticed by either the crowd he’d left behind or anyone else, really, as there was quite nothing special about him. He mumbled something about last minute light bulbs and things coming a bit out of thin air (albeit welcome), and chuckling about it, and then grumbled about a lost box of donuts. Only then, he realized, it was just a box of a dozen glazed, anyway—maybe he could afford to be a bit choosier next time. After all, he was beginning to feel—whadda they call it—fairly adventurous.
CONCURRENTLY, PERHAPS IN BEVERLY HILLS
The sun was out and the water was ripe, but as soon as Tiffany was about to jump in, a loud noise deterred her.
“T, have you seen this?”
Nearly slipping, the black-haired, slender pop singer, thighs glistening from what looked like lotion, recovered and replied back through gritted teeth. “No, I haven’t, Duby, and no I don’t want to right now, I’m about to take a noon swim under the sunlight in the fresh air with me, myself, and I!” She slapped her thighs in frustration. “You know how long it’s been Duby? Nearly a week. A whole week, Duby!!” She curled the corners of her lips and sighed, letting down her shoulders in her usual sign of being done trying to win the futile fight as she fell into one of the lounge chairs. A year or two of the eradication of any notion of a normal private life was a quick teacher. “Never mind, what is it?”
A suited woman with her hair done up, topped with a hairclip, walked up to the international heartthrob, tablet in hand. “A video’s gone viral in just three hours, hitting nearly one million views on Youtube in that time alone, T. Look,” she pointed at the video playing.
“...’How to manage insufferable young star celebrities for dummies’...hey!”
“Wait, no, not that one.” Duby tapped the screen and another vid emerged. Tiffany blinked and read the title. ‘OHMIGAWD Random Street Performance WILL Make u cry!’ Huh, nothing new there, a buttload of these get uploaded everyday, she thought.
Then as the video played, she watched as a young auburn-haired woman in only a sweater and sneakers sat fucking a man in what appeared to be a public street. She nodded, nothing exceptional there, least not yet. Though she was quite attractive, and had smooth skin. Tiffany wondered if she might have used anything from her lotion line...
“Watch—or actually, listen, to this, T,” Duby gestured as the woman in the video began to move her hips in a circle against the man’s penis and then released her cry of pleasure.
Tiffany froze as she suddenly felt her own vagina warm up a tad, then widened her eyes when she realized how familiar it sounded. This...girl’s...voice! She shifted one leg as she watched, resisting the urge to move her fingers anywhere they shouldn’t have gone for anywhere but a performance as Dubya squirmed very slightly in her place as well, though her face remained collected and composed as usual. She sounds...
“She sounds just like you, doesn’t she, T?” Duby finished her thoughts for her, and Tiffany looked at her manager and after a pause just nodded.
“Yeah, almost...surprisingly so,” Tiffany watched the pretty girl’s gyrating hips as they bucked and jerked. She was really getting into it...and yet in the same time it seemed effortless, like she didn’t even know how natural she made it sound—and look. The moans and the groans were important of course, everybody loved that, but it was also the rhythm of the breaths, the imagery, the shamelessness balanced out by the enigma...she had it alright. And Tiffany had to admit, she was pretty good-looking. Okay, really good-looking. Okay, she was actually one of the hottest people she’d seen in a while, if she had to be honest. But it’s not like that meant anything much. Tiffany removed a stray finger from under her bikini bottom, which had just started to wander.
It wasn’t just that, though. She also reminded her of somebody...uncannily so. Tiffany found herself drifting off when a voice came down from on high.
“And to top it off, guess what her name is.”
Tiffany tore her gaze from the video to look at Duby. “I don’t know, Duby. Heather?” she guessed dryly.
“Terra. With a ‘T’.”
Tiffany sat up. “What?! First she practically copies my voice, second she pretty much copies my techniques, and now she even has my name!” Tiffany shook her head. “I’m...” She squeezed her legs together a bit more tightly than reasonable and shivered, then caught herself, pulling up her knees to her chin. “...she’s good, really, really good. And that didn’t even look like she was trying, did it?”
Duby shook her head, which Tiffany kinda wish she didn’t. Some emotional support would be nice, hello? she rolled her eyes.
“Well, whatever happens,” Tiffany sighed as she stood back up and turned to face the pool, “we’ll worry over it later. Right now I think I’ll take this time to get back to my swim, thank you very much.” Her lips emphasized the word ‘swim’ as she glanced over to Duby, who nodded and went back into the penthouse. Before she did, though, Tiffany called out to her.
“Hey Duby, could you switch on one of those old records I did?”
“Sure thing, T. How’s...’Titty-Fucking Cowgirl’?”
“Mmm...nah, too screechy for me. How about something more...like, one of the more mellow ones?”
“Oh in that case, I’ll put on ‘The Prostitute Was an Angel’.”
Tiffany nodded thanks, saying that would work just fine, then pinched her nose, turned back, and took the dive.