THERE'S NOTHING BEYOND THIS POINT

Arthur had tried to stop drinking but it simply wasn't to be.

He was a drunk...it was what it was...whatever that meant.

However, he hadn't had a drink in four entire days. He'd gotten

so sick the last time that he could only hold down one beer in

all that time.  He felt so strange...very nervous. He had stolen

some of  his mother's  pain medications but they hadn't helped.

He wandered the streets, confused, broke, and not at all certain

about his future. He had managed to finish his second novel and

send it to the publisher. Arthur wasn't  to excited about it.

His first one had only sold ten thousand and five hundred copies

and unless there was a very substantial uptick in sales, there

wouldn't be another.

"Arthur, is that you?"

He whirled around to see a very pretty young girl with curly dark

hair and big blue eyes.  "Alice?"

"OMG, its been years..where have you been hiding?"

Arthur ran his fingers through his unruly hair. Alice was an old

friend of his younger sister, when he lived at home they'd gotten

on well but he'd since forgotten her.

"Well I guess I don't normally frequent this part of town, I'm just

shopping for cigarettes, I hear they are cheaper over here."

"Oh they are, come with me and I'll take you to the little shop where

I get mine."

Arthur shrugged and followed. Her car was nice and they made with the

small talk. It was almost as if nothing had changed in the four or five

years since they'd last spoken.

"I'm a dentist now," Alice said. "And how did you get so skinny, you

used to be a bit on the chubby side as I recall?"

"Oh, I watch my diet now...lots of liquids and what not."

She wheeled her fancy ride into a parking lot. "This is a jewelry

shop," Arthur blurted out.  He really needed a smoke.

"Duh, the cigarettes are bootleg...Sahir sells them illegally...promise

you won't tell.  Just sit tight and I'll run in and grab them, the same

old brand I assume?"  Arthur handed her a few crumpled bills.  "I can

only afford a couple of packs...I...err...just sold my novel and pretty

soon I'll have a huge payday."

"Oh silly, let me pay."  She returned with three cartons.  "Oh shit."

Alice dumped the cartons in the back and leaned over to kiss Arthur

hard on the lips.  Her tongue momentarily slipped next to his.  He was

startled but not displeased. "I've wanted to do that forever, I'm a lot

more nervy now...sorry."

"It's ok, you are a great kisser." Arthur smiled.

"You just look so damned sexy..." Alice added.

"I normally don't  have much success with women. I'm always busy locked

in a room somewhere working on my book."

"I'm sure you will be famous some day."

"I dunno, there is a lot of competition and good ideas are hard to come by."

"What is your new book about?"

"Its about a drunk who can't get laid and bums off his mother and friends

in order to get by."

"He sounds like a jerk."

"Yeah."

"Wanna go back to my place and make out some more?" Alice asked. "I live

very near here...its pretty nice if you don't mind me bragging."

"I don't have a condom..." Arthur blurted out.  Then he felt stupid.

"With me you won't need one..."

Later Alice dropped him and his cigarettes off at his tiny apartment.  The

sex had been incredible. He couldn't believe his luck. She had even said

some nice things about his dick. He'd never realized it was larger than most.

"Maybe I need to play with it more," he said aloud.  Two old ladies gave him

a look as he entered the building. "Good evening."

Arthur was surprised to discover he'd left his door unlocked. "Damn, I'm such

a fool," he mumbled.  He turned on the light and found two large men glaring

at him. "Where's the money you owe Joe?"

"I just sold my book, the advance should be here any day. Joe will be the

first guy I look for when  it comes." Arthur was sweating all of a sudden.

The two big guys started pounding on Arthur. They left him bleeding and

bruised on the floor. That's where he spent the night.

Next morning he was able to get in the shower and take a long hot one.  His

face felt almost as bad as it looked.  One eye was black and he probably had

a couple of cracked ribs. All  he could do all day was ly on the couch, smoke

and watch tv. It was the same thing the next day. The phone rang several

times but he wouldn't answer. No way he could see anyone looking like this.

At last he felt well enough to leave the apartment. He had too, he was hungry

and there was nothing to eat. He checked the mail and his advance check had

arrived. It was three thousand dollars. Arthur cashed the check and paid off

Joe. That left him with 175 bucks. He bought a few groceries and returned home.

The phone rang again, it was Alice. "Let's go out," she said. "Sure."

Arthur felt like he could drink something but he didn't that night. Alice

didn't drink. They went to a movie and it was great. Later Alice drove to

a little park and they necked in the dark. She finally asked the question,

"what the hell happened to your face?"

"Oh, me and the guys played some football and it got a little rough. I ran

head first into the goal post...hurt like hell."

Alice sucked on his neck and fondled his personal area(his dick). "Let Momma

make it all better poor boy." She proceeded to give him a tremendous blow

job.  "You didn't have to do that," he said, although he was glad as hell

that she had.  He felt so relaxed.

"I've always dreamed of doing that for you," she purred.

"You do like me don't you?"

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Hell yes I like you, what's not to like?"

"I have a confession to make dear Arthur."

"Huh?"

"I'm not really a dentist...I'm a high class call girl...a hooker."

Arthur tried to be cool but he was shocked. Now he really wanted a drink.

"Well...err...you seem to be doing well," he stuttered.

"You're not mad?"

"Well, I really dunno, its a lot to think about...how much do I owe you

for the knob slob?"

"It will always be free for you...I love you!"

She took him home. He pretended to go in but when she drove away he took

a long walk.  He was really confused. He had never had sex with a hooker

before...he couldn't afford it. He sat down on the sidewalk and smoked.

"Do you have another one of those?" It was the neighborhood bum, and old

guy named Chuck. Arthur gave him a cigarette and Chuck sat down heavily

beside the writer. "A drink  would be nice too," Chuck said.  "Got nothing."

"To bad.." at least we got smokes.

"We?"

"Yeah, you need somebody to talk to don't you?"

"I guess so."

"Whats the problem...women?"

"How did you know?"

"Cause women make a sober man drink and a drinking man get sober...and you

are sober for the first time in a long time."

"Go fuck yourself Chuck."

"Already did."

"Why don't you come and stay at my place a few days," Chuck suggested.

"Nobody there will kick your ass and I want you to meet my daughter."

"You got a daughter?" Arthur asked, mildly surprised.

"Yup, and she's a real sweetheart too. Lets take a walk, I want you and

her to get acquainted. She spends to much time alone...and you seem like

a nice guy."

"Why not?"

They walked for about forty minutes. Chuck's house was really nice.

"You live here?" Arthur blurted. "I had no idea."

"Nobody really knows nothing about me..." Chuck said. "They just assume

I'm a worthless bum and that's it.  Truth is I'm mostly weird and not

really a bum at all."

"But you are always bumming drinks and smokes and coffee and pretty much

everything else you need."

"Well, thats true."

Chuck took a key out of the pocket of his dirty pants and they went inside.

It was really very nice.  "How the fuck did you  pay for all this?"

"Oh, I used to be a writer, and a damned successful one too...unlike some

poor chump I know." Arthur felt very humbled.

"Susan...Susan honey, we got company!"

A drop dead beautiful blond came drifting into the room. Arthur's eyes almost

popped out of his head. "Hey whats up guys...Oh, I'm Susan by the way."

Arthur shook her hand, it was soft and she smelled good.

Chuck patted Arthur on the pack. "Well I'm off to bed...you to kids have

a good time.  I hope you're spending the night Arthur.  See you at

breakfast buddy."

Chuck ambled off and left the writer alone with the lovely frail.

It was getting weirder and weirder.

Susan smiled beautifully. "Let's sit and talk...I understand you are

a writer like Dad?"

"How did  you know?"  Oh Dad talks about you a lot. He really likes  you.

Arthur nodded. He was on pretty good terms with the old bum...err..Chuck.

They used to drink together in the park, as long as Arthur had something

for them to drink. But this was almost to much. How strange.

"Would you like a drink," Susan asked?

"I would but I can't," Arthur replied...I think I have an ulcer or

whatever, booze makes me sick.  It sucks too."

Susan brought him a coke and they talked for a long time.  She lit a

joint and they smoked it, then they smoked another. She seemed really

interested in him.  First Alice and now this beauty. Arthur sent a

silent prayer to the gods of sex. Months without getting laid and now

women popping out of the woodwork!

"Do you like me..."she purred.

"Hell yeah, you are terribly nice."

"Would you  like to fuck me?"

The next morning Arthur woke beside Susan.  He had never had sex with

a woman who had pleased him like her...and he'd been with professionals

like Alice.  He tried not to think about Alice but he did anyway.

Susan was already awake. She took his hand and place it on her very

ample boob. He squeezed gently and felt an erection coming on quickly.

Susan massaged it for him until...well just until.  Later they smoked

"All of this isn't totally accidental  you know. Don't get me wrong,

you are a sexy guy and I like you a lot...and you're a damned good

fuck with that big dong of yours but I need to talk about something."

Arthur had no idea about what she was saying, however, he was beginning

to expect anything.

"You see Arthur, Chuck isn't my Dad, he's really my husband. And we are

almost broke. Dad doesn't want to write anymore despite the fact that

he will get a 200,000 dollar advance if and when he can produce another

book. And a ten percent cut of the profits too...and his books sell

fabulously."

"What the fuck...? Why do you call him Dad?"

"A term of endearment sweetie, he's thirty years older than me besides."

She continued. "It just so happens that Dad read your first book and he

liked it a lot. And he is willing to pay you 30 grand if you will ghost

write his next book."

"So that's it." Arthur didn't know what else to say.

"Thirty grand is a lot of money for someone in your position," Susan

said.  "And you can fuck me all you want until you finish the book...but

we need it within a few weeks or the deal is off the table."

Thirty grand was a shitload of money.  He could get a car and all the

pussy he wanted, maybe even get a nicer apartment and a dog.

"I'll do it..hell  yeah, where's a word processor." He almost leaped

from the bed.  Now all he needed was some damned thing to write about?


 


Adventures of a young drunk while soberby meanus