Erotic Fiction

We got to the elevator and Loni locked up. I looked at him and he chuckled nervously.
“Alexia, can we take the stairs?”
“It’s over fifty floors!”
“I just cant go on elevators without freaking out.”
“Fine. We’ll take the stairs.” And so we went, about five flights down, I turned around and looked at Loni. “Nobody takes the stairs anymore.” I said. He looked at me with a lecherous grin.
“Oh?”
“Yes. Look at me, Loni.” And as he did, I put him into a trance to follow me. He followed me out of the stairwell, into a hallway, and onto the elevator. Fifty-three floors later, we were in the lobby, and I took him out of the trance. He blinked and looked around.
“What just happened?”
“You got vertigo and passed out. I carried you down here.”
“Yeah right, spaceman, what really happened?”
“I fucked you in the ass so hard you passed out.”
“You’re not going to tell me, are you?”
“Nope.”

We walked a few blocks from the apartment complex to a rather large cathedral. I went in, with Loni tagging behind, confused as he was. I dabbed my fingers in the holy water, and crossed myself, walking towards the alter. Loni just raised his eyebrow and walked behind me, full of confusion and questioning. I kneeled at the alter, crossed myself again, and started pretending to pray. He kneeled beside me, folding his hands, and whispered to me.
“What is this?”
“Just play along and shut up.” I muttered a hail mary, looked up at the crucified Christ above us and held back a gag. How they could worship with such a morbid idol hanging above them, I would never understand. Loni pretended to pray. I crossed myself once more, and stood up, walking to the cardinals office. Loni quickly faked out a crossing and said something along the lines of “father son and the holy hot dog or whatever” before being on my heels once more. I knocked twice at the door and walked in.
The cardinal was a large man, muscular and with a beard. He gruffly cleared his throat and nodded to me, looked briefly at Loni and I nodded to the Cardinal. He nodded once more and pressed a button underneath the desk at which he sit. I walked to a door in the room and stepped through it, and Loni couldn’t hold back any more.
“What the hell is going on here?”
“Didn’t I tell you it was in the most perfect location, this club?” I walked down some stairs and music could faintly be heard playing below us.
“You mean that… this church?”
“Is a safe haven. Everyone employed at this church is a part of it.”
“I was wondering why the cardinal looked more like a hell’s angel than a man of God.”
“Yeah, but the need for a bouncer outweighs the need for a little old man.”
“I suppose.” He shrugged and I opened a door into the club.
The club itself was full of iron, wood and neon. The waitresses were mockeries of nuns, wearing black miniskirts, bikini tops, and a habit. Their lips were painted the brightest red. The man at the bar wore a pope hat, and the band wore friar’s robes while playing the hardest metal. I sat at a table on the metal grated floor. Loni slid into the chair beside me. A nun came up, chewing her gum and smoking a cigarette.
“Welcome to the Naughty Nun.” She said with a disinterested voice, through a heavy Brooklyn accent and the gum. “What do you guys want? Oh. Hey, Al. Long time no see, who’s this guy?”
I said, “This is Apollonious Elysium, and he’s my… roomate.”
“Ah, you finally got yourself a steady relationship?”
“It’s not like that. Get him a baptism, and the regular for me.”
“Gotcha. Well, Apollonious, be good to him, or you’ll have more than his mood swings to worry about.”
Loni blinked “Yeah, I hear you.” And as the waitress walked off, Loni leaned over and whispered to me.
“What is a baptism?”
“It’s what every new person at the club has to order. If you don’t order it as your first drink, they’ll assume you’re a cop, and kick you out or worse.”
“Alright, what’s in it?”
“That doesn’t matter. You don’t drink it all anyway.”
He nodded and sat back, listening to the band. The nun came back and sat the drinks on the table. One wineglass filled with the finest merlot (as they called it, Communion), and an oversized margarita glass filled with everclear. Loni took one whif and gawked “They expect me to drink this?”
“No. Take a sip, though. Then dump the rest in the grate. Alcohol abuse, I know, but hey, it’s all part of the process.”
“Gotcha.” He took a swig of the everclear and looked each way before nonchalontly tipping the rest out onto the grated floor. I sipped my wine and smiled. The smile didn’t last, however, because I was soon face-to-heaving belly of Frank. Frank was a hulking beast of a man, 380 pounds of fat and muscle, packed into a police uniform, which stunk of beer and body odor. I looked up at his peculiarly pockmarked face.
“Alexia, You owe me for three months, where the fuck have you been? I have been letting you fly like this for a while on the good chance you’d be back. You better have at least four month’s worth.”
“Fucking christ, Frank, don’t you know how to be polite?” I pulled out my chequebook and wrote him a cheque for 6800 dollars. “There, half a year’s worth plus the 3 months I was gone and a little tip, now go buy Janet a mink stole or some goddamn thing. Just don’t bother me for a while.”
“I don’t like dealing with scum like you, Alexia, but you did me a favor. I’ll leave you alone if you never talk about Janet again.”
“Fine. Say hi to Elise for me.” And I chuckled as he waddled off, grumbling into his triple chin. Loni blinked a few times and then leaned over.
“Who the hell was that?”
“That, Apollonious, is the reason I am not in prison or on a disection table right now. He’s in charge of this precinct. If you and I stay in this area of the city, we’re safe from all problems. He’s charging me double now that I have you under my wing.”
“Why’s he charging you at all, if you did him a favor?”
“Because I made the mistake, and good decision, of leaving his sister-in-law alive after I was done with her. Elise. She’s the only survivor, but only because she didn’t struggle. She enjoyed it. She’s now working for a dominatrix down in the south side of town.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Do I ever kid? Speaking of domination, Have you been thinking about what you’re going to be doing with me when we get home?”
“Yes, I have. Are you sure you want this?”
“I’m positive. You’ve been far too submissive, you’re not at all like you were when I first met you.”
“What do you mean, submissive? I’m not submissive, jackass.”
“Oh? Than what was that all about in the shower?”
“Oh, fuck you, spaceman.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Now keep thinking about it.” And with that, I took a large gulp of my wine and watched the band as they paraded around in their robes and churned out heavy, dark chords. The lead singer growled out a cover of an old song. Loni waved a waitress over and ordered the largest whiskey they could make him, and she nodded, walking away.
“When did you find this place?” he asked, after she brought back the drink and left us for another table. I swirled my wine in it’s glass.
“A few years ago. I was turned on to it by my band’s first bassist, he died three months later of an overdose.”
“Damn, it’s weird that I’ve never been here.”
“Even you don’t know everything about this town, Loni. You could spend your life in this town and barely scratch the surface of everything going on here. That’s why people like me go unnoticed.” I sipped my wine in thought.
“Yeah, you’ve been around for at least a year, doing what you do best. I’m surprised there’s still any women in town, the way you go through them.”
“I usually pick ones that look like they just moved here, or are here from out of town. Just think of the good I’m doing for this city by keeping the population down.”
“Here here! Now, I was thinking about something you could do for me. This week, the Ministry is going to be in town, discussing some bullshit. There’s a couple women on the Ministry.”
“And you want to sic your walking time bomb on them?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Don’t you think I haven’t already thought of doing that? The risk involved in it far outweighs the possibility of my success.\"
“Well, you can feel that way if you wish. But you still haven’t proven your worth for the rebellion.”
“Oh, if it’s worth you want, then that changes EVERYTHING. Let me just go kamakaze for it.”
“That’s not what I was saying.”
“Than what were, you saying, Apollonious?” I took a drink of my wine as he chugged down some whiskey. He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt.
“I’m saying that you need to do something, or you’re nothing.”
“Now that’s the Apollonious I knew.” I grinned toothily and finished my wine.
“huh? Don’t change the subject, Alexia.”
“You’re coming back to yourself. I missed seeing you like this. I was sick of seeing you with little hearts in your eyes every time you looked at me. I missed the power struggle. You turned over too easily.”
“I turned over? Fuck that, fagbot, I’m no pushover.”
“Then stop acting like such a pansy and show me.”
With that, Loni downed the rest of his whiskey, and slammed the glass down.
“Let’s go, we’ll see who’s the pansy pushover after tonight.” He growled. Inside, I was giddy. As much as I hated him those first two weeks, I actually was more attracted to his unending barrage of insults, the strength in his words, and his general demeanor more than the little marshmallow with peircings he had become. I stood up, slid in my chair and walked to the door, Loni right behind me, with his fists clenched, his jaw set, and his eyes firey with a passion I’ve not seen in him since the first few days of our knowing each other.