Chapter 8
RAZOR CRAZY, SEX
It was a very relaxed Dan that got out of his bed after a good fourteen hours sleep, and made his way to the shower. As the cool, refreshing water cleared his head, he remembered the wild evening that he had spent with Helen.
"Wow, I sure rode that ass down to my balls," he said to himself as he lathered up his limp cock with soap. "Ah, life is really nothing but one big happy fuck," he philosophized as he got out of the shower and admired the reflection of his nude figure in the mirror while running the towel over his body.
I wonder how that character Sex got rid of the broad when she came out of it. If she didn't get rid of him first, he laughed to himself. Too bad I didn't ask him for some of those pills that he had. I could think of at least half a dozen cold asses I would like to sup it to, he thought as he started to dress.
The only thing I didn't like about the deal was paying the twenty-five dollars for a two dollar room. But when you really think about it, all that wild screwing was really worth it, he rationalized as he patted his pants pocket.
Then suddenly, his heart stood still and the color left his face as he realized the familiar bulge from his money clip was not there. Frantically, he searched through his other pants. All the while his mind told him that it was in vain.
He remembered that when he had left the hotel he had hailed a cab and paid him with a few singles that he had in his jacket pocket. He also recalled the way Sex's eyes bulged from behind those dark glasses when he saw the roll of bills that he was carrying.
That bastard must have slipped into the room when I was in bed with her and helped himself to it, he reasoned. I had a little over three hundred dollars with me in that clip. That bastard!
He couldn't very well run to the police and yet three hundred dollars wasn't twenty-five dollars. Within five minutes, Dan was speeding toward the hotel where they had taken the girl.
Lucky I didn't have all of my vacation money with me, he fumed, as he slammed the door of the cab without tipping the driver, and started walking toward the hotel.
"You cheap prick!" the cab driver yelled after him.
Dan was so shocked that he turned and ran towards him, but the driver's bravery was strictly restricted to his mouth. Pressing the gas pedal to the floor, he jack-rabbited away from the curb, nearly hitting a car coming from behind.
Dan was furious. "The nerve of that scum bag," he yelled. "You forget to tip them once, and they make a crack like that!"
Turning away from the curb, he continued walking toward the rundown looking dump in the middle of the block with the big painted sign on it that read, 'Modern Hotel-Transients Welcome.'
"Modern shithouse," he muttered as he boldly walked in.
"Yeah!" a fat, sloppy-looking guy with an unlit cigar in his mouth asked.
Dan gave him a close look. Then seeing that it wasn't the same clerk that had been there the night before said, "I'm looking for my buddy, Sex Symbol. Have you seen him?"
"The pimp? Sure, how could I miss not seeing him. He lives down the hall."
Dan grit his teeth in anger as the clerk pointed toward the very room that he had laid out twenty-five dollars for. As he was about to head for it the room clerk said, "But he ain't in now. I understand that they had an orgy in there last night, about twenty guys to this one broad at ten bucks a throw. Man! I don't know what a guy like that's got that would make a broad do things like that for him."
Dan wanted to say Spanish Fly, but he knew that if he wanted to get his money back, he would have to play it cool.
"Would you know where he could be now?"
Dan asked with a friendly tone in his voice.
"Well, when the pimp's got a lot of bread he usually hits the poker table at Fusco's, but," looking at the clock, "it's a bit early for that, so I guess he's at Rosita's pad."
"Where's her pad at?" Dan asked, trying to keep the emotion out of his voice.
"Well, I don't know if he would like me giving out his broad's address."
"It's okay," Dan tried to reassure him. "I have a hot business deal that can't wait. I have to see him now."
The clerk scratched his head then said, "Well, I would like to help you out, but I'm not a social worker, if you get what I mean."
Dan smiled, pretending to take the hint good-naturedly as he pulled five dollars out of his pocket and laid it in front of the unimpressed clerk.
"That would just about get me a box of cigars," he said.
"Look," Dan's voice rose in desperation as he threw another five on the counter, "that's all I can spare at the moment. If this deal that I got with him clicks, I'll triple it. Fair enough?" Dan asked as persuasively as he could.
The clerk looked at the two fives, then at Dan. "Well, okay, but don't tell him that I gave it to you."
"You got my word," Dan answered as he quickly jotted down the address.
It was a rundown looking tenement on the fourth floor about two blocks from the hotel. Listening carefully from outside the apartment door, all he could hear was Spanish music coming from the inside.
Bracing himself for action, he knocked gently on the door. "It's open," a Spanish sounding female voice yelled from within.
Cautiously opening the door, he heard the toilet being flushed and in came a raven-haired, olive-skinned beauty. For a moment he almost forgot what he came for.
As he focused his eyes on her 44 inch bust, she said, "I'm sorry, but I can't take you on tonight," in broken English. "I don't know why Pancho sent you. He knew I would be busy this evening."
It didn't take a genius to figure out that she obviously had a date with Sex, and that she was one of his whores. Under different circumstances he would have made a future appointment with her. Those tits of hers really impressed him.
Quickly gathering his wits as she opened the door for him to leave, he said, "Hold on a minute. Pancho didn't send me. I'm a friend of Sex's and he told me to meet him here."
Her dark eyes narrowed suspiciously at him. "Sex never tells any of his friends to meet him here," she said.
"Well, it's a business deal and the boys told me that he might be coming up here tonight."
"What kind of a business deal?" she asked in a tone of voice that was cold and even more suspicious than before.
"Well, you know, in the trade we can't..."
"You mean you got some junk for Sex," she interrupted.
Dan thought fast, then took advantage of the suggestion. "Yeah," he answered.
"Where is it?" she asked with a serious look on her face.
"Now, baby," Dan said, forcing a smile on his face. "This is between him and me."
"I need a fix," she said. "I'm long overdue. "Where is it?" she asked, her voice turning almost desperate as she menacingly walked toward him.
Dan could see that she meant business. "Okay, take it easy. I'll give it to you, but I haven't got it on me," he said convincingly. "Just tell me where I can get hold of Sex and then I'll get it for you."
"He's supposed to be here in a few minutes. He phoned just before you came in."
"Well, you don't mind if I wait, do you?"
She looked at him coldly. "Mister, you better be telling the truth or you won't leave this apartment alive."
Dan felt a cold chill go through him when she said that, but he camouflaged it with a big smile. "Now, is it nice for a beautiful little girl like you to be making such threats?" he asked.
"Cut that shit out," she yelled, her dark eyes flashing threateningly at him. "You're not talking to some dumb broad that doesn't know the score. I think your whole story stinks from shit. I think you're a sonuvabitch cop!" she yelled, lifting a heavy skillet from the nearby stove and bringing it down in the direction of Dan's head.
Luckily, his reflexes were fast. She missed his head by an inch, but his left shoulder caught the full impact of the blow. "Ouch!" he wailed in pain.
Seeing her lift it up again for another swing, he pulled the tablecloth off the table and quickly threw it over her head in an attempt to overpower her. She was very strong for a little girl and he had a hell of a time getting the skillet out of her hand.
Pulling the tablecloth off her head, she uttered a curse in Spanish, then lunged for Dan, her outstretched hand trying desperately to grab him by the balls. That's when Dan realized that he had a tigress by the tail and it was either him or her. A fast shot to the jaw from his fist and she fell backward like a broken doll.
"I didn't want to do that, baby," he said looking down at her. "But you didn't give me much choice."
Removing her nylons, he tied her wrists behind her with one and then used the other to tie her ankles. Pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket, he tied it around her mouth tightly. Picking her up, he could see that she was coming to.
"Sorry, baby. I would rather have fucked you than hit you," he said as he carried her into the bathroom and lowered her into the deep old-fashioned bathtub. "That should hold you for a while," he said, closing the thick heavy bathroom door behind him.
Now to sit it out until he gets here. No sooner had Dan sat down when he heard someone running up the steps. A pause at the door, then a whistle. Dan, getting behind the door opened it and in came Sex all dressed up in what appeared to be a new suit.
"Well, don't you look pretty," Dan said, slamming the door shut. "Now before I rip that pretty new suit off your back and bash your face in, give me back my money clip, and don't tell me that you haven't got it."
Sex looked quickly around the room like a trapped rat. "Where's my wife?" he asked.
"If that whore's your wife, which I very much doubt, she's a little tied up just now."
Seeing the bathroom door closed, Sex started toward it, but Dan blocked him. "Uh-uh, chum. The money clip first. You've got two seconds to produce it."
Sex, seeing that Dan meant business, smiled and Dan could see the hatred pouring forth from behind his dark glasses. "Sure, here it is." Putting his hand in his breast pocket, he whipped out an open-edged razor.
Dan instinctively jumped backward and quickly lifting one of the heavy kitchen chairs, brought it full force down on top of Sex's head. Sex dropped to his knees, stunned, but still clutching the razor in his hand.
Dan jumped forward and kicked him right in the mouth. Teeth and blood flew at the same time, but he still clutched the deadly razor in his hand. Dan suddenly realized that only a. dope addict could take that much punishment and still maintain consciousness.
Seeing that Sex was getting to his feet again, Dan desperately lifted a rolling pin from the stove and began hitting him over the head with it while at the same time evading his wild razor thrusts. A lucky shot alongside the temple did the trick.
Even as he lay unconscious on the floor, he had the razor clutched tightly in his hand. Dan never had expected it to have gone this far, but he hadn't been given much choice.
Bending over him, he was relieved to hear him still breathing. Running his hands through Sex's pockets, he found his money clip. A quick count showed that it was all there. Apparently, the money he had spent for the suit had come from the guys that he had provided Helen with like the clerk said.
Well, lucky for me he came here first, before he hit that poker game. Dan's thoughts were suddenly interrupted as he heard the bathroom door open and saw Rosita run into the bedroom. Instinctively, he knew that she was going for some sort of a weapon and the odds were that she would get to it before he could reach her.
Jumping up from his kneeling position, Dan ran to the door, opened it, and slammed it shut as he raced down the steps, taking them two at a time. No sooner did he hit the ground floor when two shots rang out after him. He heard the tinkling of glass and Rosita's voice screaming hysterically in Spanish after him.
Swinging the entrance door open, he hugged the sides of the building as he ran toward the corner. Seeing a bus, he made a wild leap for the door as it began to close.
"What are you, some kind of nut?" the driver yelled.
"You might have something there," Dan answered as he stuck a dollar bill into the startled bus driver's hand and said, "keep the change."
Then wearily, he dragged himself into the back of the bus and fell back onto the seat exhausted.
"Must be a hop head," a woman said to another passenger. "Look at the way his jacket is all torn."
"Yeah, and look at all the blood on it," the other replied.
It was pouring outside when Dan awoke. Running his fingers through his hair, he brushed it back out of his eyes as he sat up in bed.
What a goddamn bloody night, he thought, as he recalled the events that had taken place last night. "Bloody," he repeated the word aloud, suddenly remembering what the woman in the bus had said to the other passenger.
Getting up from the bed, he quickly walked toward the chair where, in his exhaustion, he had thrown his clothes in a sloppy heap. Picking up his jacket, he held it up and looked it over.
"She was right, damn it," he muttered as he noticed the long ugly rip across the shoulder and the blotches of blood that were speckled all over the front of his jacket. Lifting up his pants, he saw that they were also peppered with blood stains.
Well, that suit is shot, he muttered to himself as he lifted it up and threw it back on the chair. "Ow!" he yelled as he felt a sharp pain run through his left shoulder. Walking quickly over to the mirror, Dan noticed a huge black and blue mark on his shoulder. "That little bitch!" he snarled, as he fingered it gently, remembering how Rosita had hit him with the skillet.
Well, a fucked up suit and a black and blue shoulder is a hell of a lot better than what Sex got, he thought, as he looked at himself admiringly in the mirror. Besides, that bastard is going to have some dentist bill.
The rain had stopped, and Dan felt that as long as he was on vacation, he may as well quit cooking in the apartment. With a fresh change of clothes, he hopped a cab and headed for Broadway. A good, juicy steak at one of the better bistros and Dan was ready to face a new day.
Wow, that's what I call a real delicious steak, Dan smiled contentedly to himself as he walked outside of the restaurant into the busy street. It sure costs an arm and a leg in these joints, but what the hell, you only live once, and besides, I'm on vacation so why not live it up a little, he argued with himself as he started walking in the direction of 42nd Street.
Flashing bulbs from a large book store window on the corner attracted Dan's attention. Walking over out of curiosity, he was amazed to see the window loaded with pictures of nude women in all sorts of suggestive poses and some weren't even suggestive. The adjoining window was filled with pictures of naked young men with cocks that would put a horse to shame.
"Goddamn," he said aloud, "they've got everything in these windows but a real guy and broad screwing each other and from the way things look, I won't be surprised if that won't be next."
It was only four p.m. and Dan had nothing planned, so he decided to walk in and look at some of the books. What the hell, he thought, a little stimulation won't hurt. Besides, it might put me in the right mood for this evening.
The dainty looking clerk with the heavy-rimmed glasses gave Dan a suspicious look as he walked in, then turning his head he said in a loud, high-pitched voice. "Now fellows, this is not a library. If there's anything you don't see, just ask for it."
"How about a blow job?" a voice called out from a group of toughs.
His face paled as he pretended not to hear it. "Yes sir, is there any particular book you have in mind, sir?" he asked Dan.
"No," Dan smiled uneasily, "I'm just browsing."
Walking over toward the large assortment of books that lined the aisles, he could see why people would be interested in buying them. There was such an assortment of material that one of them was bound to whet your appetite.-Dan saw several that he almost wanted to purchase, but he reminded himself that he was on vacation and didn't want to spend it vicariously between the covers of a book.
It was interesting to see the various types of characters, that were in the store. Well dressed and ragged ones filled the aisles, both breathing equally as heavy as they looked at the nude pictures that stacked the shelves.
Girlish laughter came from some of the long-haired ones as they stared at the life size pictures of male nudes that decorated one side of the wall. What a bunch of weirdoes, Dan thought as he got set to leave. Suddenly, he noticed a nervous looking old guy carrying an expensive-looking attache case and quite well dressed inching up behind a long-haired young man who was standing alone thumbing through the books. Pushing against him tightly, he began pumping him dog style from the rear.
To Dan's surprise, the youth arched his ass upward and lowered his head, still looking through the book as though nothing was taking place, while the older man began pumping vigorously up against him like a machine that suddenly had gotten out of control.
"Sonuvabitch!" Dan said aloud as he watched in amazement.
"Stop it, stop it!" the high-pitched voice of the clerk rang out as he ran toward the duo, waving his manicured hands wildly over his head.
The old man shook violently, dropped his case, and fell backward against the book racks.
Dan, for a moment, thought that he had suffered a heart attack, but then realized that he had ejaculated.
"You dirty old man!" the clerk shouted at him. "Get out of the store!" he pointed to the door.
There was laughter from the other side of the room. One of the young punks yelled, "Hit him with your purse, honey."
The clerk pretended not to hear their remarks. Then, looking at the young fellow who was still standing there with his ass still raised in the same position reading a book as though nothing had happened, the clerk put his hand on his shoulder and said, "You too, get out!"
The youth turned slowly, then bringing his hand up quickly, gave the clerk two slaps across the face with his open palm, turned around, and went back to his reading. Dead silence fell over the place.
"If there's anything that you don't see, just ask for it," the embarrassed clerk called out, walking back to the counter as though nothing had happened.
"Well, now I've seen everything," Dan muttered as he headed toward the door, carefully watching his rear end as he passed through the crowded aisles.