Erotic Fiction

It was a night unlike any other for me. I was walking home from my favorite nightclub, and was taking the shortcut through the alleyway between my building and the next. I heard muffled groans of pain coming from in between two garbage cans and I looked down and I saw this man, who was in obvious distress. He reeked of alcohol and was bleeding. Being that I was in a good mood, and that he looked somewhat familiar to me, I brought him up to my apartment and began trying to mend his wounds. Two bullets hit him, one in the shoulder and the other in the side.
When he woke up, he was startled. He thought I was with the police, initially, but I tried to talk him out of his drunken blustered flurry of accusations. He only got more upset, started spewing accusations of me being gay. And you, loyal reader, know for a fact that I have never even considered the notion. Women are my vice, and my pain and pleasure. He spent a few minutes berating me while I sutured up his shoulder and we made our proper introductions. Apollonios Elysium was his name, and by the time he pushed me away from fixing his side wound, I was regretting taking him in. I took a few minutes to regain my composure, and I got myself a glass of wine. There he sat on my couch, pale from blood loss, ill from possibly the same, but more than likely drinking too much. I stood at the doorway between the kitchen and living room and casually mentioned the directions of the bathroom. He tried to stand up and nearly tipped over. Uncanny that he still was alive after all of the blood that he let flow from his body. I rushed over and caught him before he crashed into my coffee table. He begrudgingly let me finish fixing him up, still mocking my gentle ways and me. He actually made me flush in a mixture between anger and embarrassment while chiding me for my good-natured behavior. True, this isn’t really a side of myself I nurtured often, but he was lucky enough that I was in a good mood that night.
After I sutured his wounds and tended to the blood that spilled on my couch, I sat down in my chair and turned away from him, to watch the television. My houseguest still needed to get his strength. It took him a half an hour to get sewn up, and in that time had lost a lot of blood. I suggested a pizza and he again berated me. I wouldn’t let him see the fact that he was actually chiseling away at me. I started to play along with him, but would not let him take my masculinity away from me. A complete stranger, as he was, and he was getting me riled up. I never knew I’d be in such a position in my life.
When the Pizza arrived, I brought it to him and he mentioned to me that he was a member of a secret organization which was trying to get good music back out there, as they had put any music with feeling and emotion under strict prohibition many years ago. He had great power and could give me the same. Power and Recognition, which I had come here to have, was in my grasp.
“But,” said Apollonios, “You’ll have to do something for me.”
Knowing this man for the three-quarters of an hour that I had, I knew that just saving his life was not going to be enough for him.
“What would you have me do?” I asked, fearful of the answer he was about to give.
“I think you already know.” Oh, certainly, I should have known that he was hitting on me in his own brash way. This guy wasn’t straight, and I should have known by the way he was throwing snide remarks at me. He was trying to get me to see him in the way he saw me.
“Perhaps I’m right. You shouldn’t discredit something before you try it.”
I lost my temper slightly. I was irked.
“I DON’T LIKE MEN. I like GIRLS. You know the ones with the breasts and vaginas? I’ve never looked at guys like that. I mean, Aside from David Bowie, I probably would go gay for him, but he’s so close to female anyway.”
“You’re not being very convincing.” He egged me on.
“Who’s to convince? I don’t see men as pre- I mean objects of affection.”
“It’s really not that different.”
I started getting emphatic. I held one hand out to the left of me and smiled affectionately at it “Vagina” I said, throwing in a tone of lust. I held out my other hand to the right and I looked disinterested and said “Penis.” I shrugged. “Different. They’re very different.” But my conscience whispered to me, playing the devil’s advocate “It’s not as if you haven’t had a one night stand before, Alexia,” my mind said to me. “After all, he’s offering you your wildest dreams. Power. Infamy. It could all be yours.” I shook my head, trying to get my brain to comply with the rest of me.
“Nobody else needs to know.” Apollonios said, smooth and low.
“I’m used to killing my one night stands” I said, poisonous words coming from my mouth. He actually got me to this point, and now there was no turning back. When I said that, I knew one of us was doomed to shame, and the other, possibly to death.
“You just haven’t found one worth keeping.”
“Women aren’t worth keeping. They are money grabbing whores, sluts for a night for the chance at getting some cash.”
“You know what I offer you. Infamy and Power. You know the usual arrangements for achieving stardom, do you not? All I ask is one or two small favors of you. That is all.” Said Apollonios with a grin. This could not be happening to me. I was used to being the one who did this sort of trickery. I leaned forward, and I have to admit, the power and glory was what I sought, not companionship from a male. I still was something I had not been in a long time. Afraid.
“It’s not as if anyone would know. What do you have to lose?” He was nearly whispering.
“This proposition is intriguing.” I tapped my wineglass with a nail in thought, looking into the wine and I saw my reflection.
“You are honestly getting the better side of the deal.” He said. I turned around in the chair, putting my legs over the armrest and thought for a while.
A few minutes later, I tilted my head back, letting my hair spill over the other armrest and I muttered “You have yourself a deal. This is the most I have sacrificed for my wishes, but they are the most I have right now, and I want to see them fulfilled. This, however, does not prove a thing.”
“sure it doesn’t.” He grinned with malice. Inside, I was grinning the devil’s grin.