Erotic Fiction

Louis looked over at his purple trenchcoat on the peg near the door.
“Hey Bruce. Did you notice that Alexia was acting kind of weird last night?”
“What, more than normal?”
“Yeah, for him, he was acting weird. Every time anyone asked a question he was never outright truthful about it.”
Bruce walked over to the drum set. “Yeah I guess that is a bit odd for him. He usually just says his mind and leaves it at that. Maybe his new roomie is getting to him.” Bruce pantamimed sucking a cock. Louis laughed and shook his head.
“If our ladies man went gay, there is no hope for the world anymore.” Louis scribbled a few chords down on his legal pad, humming to himself. “I think it might have been all the women and booze he’s been through. He probably burned himself out.”
“I guess that seems more likely. You know, that Loni was completely hitting on Dipshit last night.”
“I noticed. I wonder if Alexia knows his roomate plays for the same team.”
“He’s crazy, not stupid. Only a deaf mute wouldn’t see that. Faaaaalaaaaaming.” Bruce said, tapping the sticks against the rim of the snare. “But other than that, he was a pretty cool guy. I don’t expect anything less from the rebellion. He and Alexia, though, they’re a little too much alike. I mean, Al’s got a rather feminine personality but we all know he’s a chick magnet.”
“No kidding. Remember the night he went home with three girls? Lucky guy, He could have at least shared the wealth.” Louis set down the pencil and legal pad, and Bruce did a drum roll.
“It must be the hair. Girls go crazy for long hair.” Rim shot.
“I bet you 20 bucks that the next time we go out, he’ll have at least one woman come home with him.”
“You’re on. I still say he’s lost his taste for chicks and went to more phallic pastures.”


I sat at the keyboard of the synth, writing a new composition, reminiscant of 1980s speed metal. My headphones drowned out the screeching tires of Loni’s racing game. I played back what I had composed and fixed a few things, rewriting a few bars here and there. I toggled the sound like Loni had showed me, giving it an edge, grinning a bit as I heard it again. I looked up and saw Loni was between games, getting a soda from the fridge. I unplugged the headphones and set them aside. I started playing a song in a lounge singer’s way. As I played, I started to sing.
“You are a horrible driver, I wouldn’t trust you at the wheel,
You’re a horrible driver, that is the way I feel.
Your control of the wheel is abysmal,
Dare I say even cataclysmal,
You can’t drive without making the tires squeel.”
He threw a wad of paper at me. I laughed and caught it, throwing it back at him and missing. I continued,
“Your driving makes me look like a pro,
You suck at driving, everyone knows,
Even in games, your driving is bad,
You have no liscence, for that I am glad!”
He sat down and scoffed. “Oh, and you’re any better.”
“It helps that I have faster reflexes than you. And I can pay attention to what I’m doing for more than five seconds at a time.” Loni smiled “faster reflexes? What does that have to do with driving?”
“Quite a bit.” And I shrugged. I stood up and turned off the synth. “Want to go to a bar or something? I’m getting stir crazy.”
“I suppose. Where did you have in mind?”
“Perhaps the Nun, or maybe we could take a night trip to New York, see what’s shaking there.”
“New York? A four hour drive both ways, and no idea where any of the good clubs are.”
“I could call up John and see. He’s from around those parts, he’d know if anyone does.”
“Alright. You do that. I’ll go get in the shower.” Loni jumped over the couch and grabbed a towel from the linen closet, closing the door of the bathroom behind him. I called up John.
I knocked on the door of the bathroom after getting off the phone with John. “He gave me the directions to 5 good ones. I’ve made reservations at a hotel if we get too drunk or tired to drive back.”
“Good. Care for a shower?”
“I’ll get in after you.”
“Oh, I see how it is. Well then, no fun for you.” His guilting me made me poke my head into the bathroom. “You just don’t think so.” I waggled my eyebrows. He drew a picture in the steam of the shower door. It was a childish depiction of a mouth with ‘-> me’ written near it. Nearby, he drew a picture of a penis. ‘<- You’. I chuckled and walked in, taking off my shirt. “You draw a convincing argument.” He drew an arrow from the penis to the mouth. He wrote “repeatedly” above it. I took my hair out of it’s ponytail. ‘no teeth?’
My pants were the next thing to go. “no interruptions” he wrote. I stepped into the shower after getting rid of my socks. “You win. Just… Just be gentle!” I said, laughing. He chuckled and got to his knees.

We left for NYC at quarter after 7 pm. While on our way, Loni and I talked about bands we liked, and how he should get back in touch with the rebellion to tell them he’s still alive. He agreed that they may be needing him back soon, and he asked me to reconsider the idea about the female ministers of music.

We spent the evening barhopping, going to the nighclubs suggested by John. Loni, sometime after midnight, asked me if he could see me “at work.” I shook my head. “That might not be such a good idea.” I said. “You might get harmed in the process. I have no control when I’m in that mindframe.”
“Oh. I still would like to see. Just.. to see.” Loni shrugged. I could tell he was curious for a reason other than morbid interest. He seemed to want to know that part of me. I just wouldn’t let it happen, because he was too dear, too close to the fire as it is.
“No Loni. I don’t think that’d be a good idea at all. You can imagine, you probably would know better than anyone else what I’d do.”
“You’re right.” And he let it go, because I was unknowingly clenching my fist until my knuckles were white. He whispered “I just wanted to see that part of you.” I looked over at him, my eyes flashing ice daggers “No you don’t, Appolonious. You would regret it.”
“Maybe, but at least I would know what I have to fear.”
“Death. Pain. Being left where I found you, in just the same condition. You would gain nothing by seeing me like that.” He shut up. I looked at him and he seemed to be dejected, his face scrunched into a nearly comical frown. I smiled a bit, and stood up. “I’ll show you up to a point. But then I suggest you just stay behind after she and I leave. Follow if you must, but stay out of my sight. I don’t want to hurt you.” He nodded. I walked away and took my drink, sitting at the far end of the bar from him, still in his sight. I scanned the club once, and saw three potential prey.
I chose one, sent her wine, and did my normal routine. She was in love with my hair, my clothes, my money. Usually I would be the one to suggest going out on the town, but she insisted we go elsewhere. I smiled “Sure. I was just about to suggest it, myself.
Her lips were pouty and beautiful, begging me to kiss them, so I did. She had high cheekbones and a remarkable length of raven black hair, which she kept in a well-groomed french knot high upon the top of her head. She was dressed in designer clothes, which she admitted, another man had bought for her. She looped her arm around mine, walking like a runway model to the door. I made a subtle glance to Loni and he nodded, setting down a tip for his waiter and walked out behind us.
“I know an excellent store that’s open all night. You wouldn’t mind, would you?”
“Oh, not at all.” I said, my voice silky smooth. “Tonight, it’s my treat to cater to your every whim.”
“What a darling. You’re nothing less than perfect.”
“You wouldn’t say that if you knew me.” I truthfully joked. She took me to a store down the street, full of the most elegant nightgowns, teddies, and all matters of sexy costume. I told her “Your limit is three outfits, darling, I don’t have a money tree in my apartment back home.” And she laughed. She chose her pick of the store, not letting me see it “until later.” I paid and we walked out of the store. I noticed that Loni was waiting for us in front of the store, and continued following us as we made our way to another store, and another, and another.
We finally called a cab, and Loni caught another, and we went to the hotel. She checked in for me (but used my money for it.) She walked into the elevator and I followed, Loni close behind us.

An hour later, I came into the room that I rented for Loni and myself. Loni had just sat down in the chair near the window. He looked stunned. I took off my clothes and put on a robe, then set a hat she bought for me on his head. It was a purple velvet wide brimmed hat, a novelty pimp hat. “You see? You gained nothing but a goofy hat and satisfaction in knowing that I would never do that to you.”
“Alexia?”
“Mmhmm?”
“Why her?”
“She was the epitome of all things I hate about them. She was a greedy snake of a woman.”
“Oh, okay, because I chose her out of the croud as well.”
“There were two others.”
“Too easy, and not your type?”
“Yes, in that order.”

The rest of the night was inconsequential, we talked, and fell asleep. We headed back the next morning, and I called into the firm for a personal day. Loni and I spent time refining the few songs I had written for the band.