Erotic Fiction

We got the reply within three hours, and Minister Lehrer sounded worried. I was handed the phone and I put on Jerome’s voice.
“Hello father, How are things going for you at the office?”
“Jerome, listen, I don’t know what they’re doing to you there, are you being held against your will?”
“No, Father, I’m here of my own volition. Are you willing to meet me at the place I said?”
“When do you want me there?”
“Seven o’clock pm. Any later, and I’ll commit suicide. It’ll be all over the news, and there will be some things said about you that will ruin your carreer.”
“Is this because I was never home when you were a kid? Jerome, if it’s about that, I was just very busy!”
“Shut it, old man, just meet me there. “ I hung up. I looked to Loni. “Time to go.”
“Alright. Need me to bring anything?”
“Grab the box of toys, and whatever else would seem like fun.” Loni’s eyes lit up at the words, and ran into my bedroom to grab the implements of torture.

We arrived at the warehouse at 6:00. There were already a half dozen members of Velvet waiting for us, setting up in hidden locations, and getting the film equipment ready. Someone brought an old boombox which played CDs, and we listened to some classic Pantera as we got ready. I introduced myself around, and they were all happy to have me on their side instead of the other option.
At five of Seven PM, there was a knock on the warehouse door. I answered in Jerome’s voice “Come in.”
In walked a lone Minister Lehrer. He looked around for his son before a net enveloped him. He was quickly bound and put into a chair, tied to it, and gagged. He was patted down, and a tracking device, a panic button, and his wallet were confiscated. He luckily hadn’t pressed the panic alert, and it was quickly disabled, and the tracking device was taken out of the warehouse, and thrown into a garbage dump 3 miles out of town. Loni walked up to the Minister with a cat o’nine tails and a flail. I took a chair and sat 10 feet away from, and directly in front of the Esteemed Minister. “So, Lehrer. The big fish does take the bait eventually.” I grinned wildly. Loni ripped the gag from Lehrer’s mouth. He spat on Loni and Loni whipped him across the face with the razor flail.
“Now now,” I said, “Keep your temper, Minister. Do you know why we did this? It’s not just for music’s sake. Heavens no, it’s because you’re a horrible person, too. You were disrespectful, even ill fit, as a father to your son. I’m sorry, but he had to leave, he’s a bit busy, setting up another date with my sister.”
“Your sister? Oh, Scarlett, She would have nothing to do with your type!” Loni kicked the Minister’s shin with his steel-toed boot, and I heard a muffled crack. It was not the chair’s leg which was cracked.
“You wouldn’t know that, you didn’t even know your own son.” I decided to go the cliché route, giving the minister something he could relate to. “ Now, Minister, you’ll be tried in a court of Velvet, as many of us had the pleasure of being tried in your court, where you played judge, jury and excecutioner. You’ve been charged with neglect, hinderance of public minds, Civilian depression, and other crimes against humanity which I dare not say in polite company. How do you plead?”
“Fuck you, scumbag rocker.”
“Guilty?” I grinned. “I then hearby sentence you to death. Meet your executioner.” I smiled to Loni and he grinned maniacally at Lehrer. Lehrer’s eyes were wide, but not for long. I watched as Loni gouged them out with the butt of the whip. I handed Loni my knife, and he stood there for a moment, blinking and gaping at me. His eyes sparkled with the same look I must get when I hold that knife. He stepped closer to Lehrer, as I turned away. I heard the Minister’s screams as I walked outside. He was eviscerated by the time I got back inside from a well deserved cigarette.
“You could have left him distiguishable from dog meat, Apollonious.” I joked. He kicked the body and walked away, slipping the already cleaned knife into my hand. A few of the others took the body out to dispose of it, while more of the group started to wash up the area. Loni and I went home.
“quick and effortless? I would have thought you would have let him suffer a little longer than 15 minutes.” I mused.
“I’m out of practice. I got a bit of bloodlust.” Loni admitted. He reclined the passenger seat while I drived home at a casual pace.
“You don’t have to make excuses, Loni. I just was amused at your eagerness. Nothing more.” I drived, humming to myself.
“You know, that’s the first assassination that’s gone off without a hitch for a long time.”
“It’s because snipers are pussies.” Loni punched my shoulder for that. I chuckled.
“Speaking of pussies, you said you’d get me back for something, when you had one.”
“I certainly did. Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten. And I think it’s about time.” I smiled.
“I deserve it, I got my boots bloody, dammit.”
“Oh wah, Loni. Not like you don’t have fifteen pairs just like it.” I turned into the drive-thru of a fast food joint and ordered a coffee. Loni leaned over me and snuck in a mega-sized meal of a huge specialty burger, fries, and a huge pail of soda. I paid at the window and sipped my coffee as he dove into the bag and started eating the food, barely finding the time to unwrap the burger.
When we got home, we discussed the plans for the aftermath. We decided that laying low would be the best idea, and I get back to work as soon as possible. I suspected that the boss would think nothing of my suspicious leave during this time, as he thought I was an advocate of the Mad Mother. How wrong he was.