From heminway@epix.net Tue Jul 15 17:19:23 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: {A.S.S} New Story: Vertigo (M/F) by Hawk Richards
From: heminway@epix.net (Hawk Richards)
Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 21:19:23 GMT
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Note: I decided to use the (A.S.S.) in header topic to help
distinguish the stories from spam. It's not an ass story or anal
story. Heh. It might have been written by an asshole though, but that
is just opinion....
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Vertigo
By Hawk Richards
Prologue: A Scene of Decadence
Lightning flashed, the gray sky rumbled an intestinal belch, which
reverberated throughout the city. On a corner, there stood a man
waiting for the sugar man. Whores displayed their charms. It was a
blue light special, at the end of the month the rent needed to be paid
so they sold their bodies, and a little bit of their souls for the
green god. Ok, they probably needed more money for more crack too.
I tried to find the source of the chill, which ran up my back.
I became nauseous and disoriented by the sights and sounds. Maybe it
was the sight of a 16-year-old hooker and her John. I never have been
able to get used to the seedy nightlife of the city, yet I was never a
fool and knew that small town America was just the same just hidden
better.
I took to the streets in an attempt to get into contact with a
man called Vertigo. As I wandered the streets asking various crack
whores and the homeless, who were sometimes one in the same. I
thought for a second I heard the wailing of a crack baby dying in a
dumpster, but it was just a stray cat screeching his mating roar.
I had my first glimpse at luck when I met with a rundown
streetwalker named Desiree. I tried to get information out of her
without paying, but that was like trying to get a blowjob from a nun.
For twenty dollars she said, "Vertigo hangs around in Club Zero. You
can't miss him."
She must have liked me or perhaps it was the wad of money
bulging in my trousers because she offered her services after I had
received my information. Usually, I don't participate in such things,
but I figured what the fuck. Desiree shouldn't have been a prostitute
because she had innocent eyes. Don't get me wrong she wasn't
gorgeous, but if she scraped off a bit of the make up and wore some
decent clothes, she would have been praiseworthy. She drug me into a
dark alley, which I understood to be her office.
Unlike some crack whores, she made sure to use a bit of
protection. Some women have branded me a chauvinistic pig, but there
is nothing like having a woman kneel before you. I experienced an
overwhelming sense of power as I saw her deep chestnut eyes look
lustfully up from my crotch. She hadn't even touched me yet and my
penis strained at its confines. Resting her head for a second against
my crotch, I could have sworn she purred like a kitten. Soon I was
wearing a rubber and not minding the extra sense of caution. I felt
her mouth cover my latex clad member with provocative enthusiasm. To
give a bit more pleasure to me, she started fondling my balls.
Perhaps it was the grand tour of depravity I had witnessed, but I soon
felt a familiar churning in my nuts. She knew I was about to blow and
sped up her ministrations. Soon, my legs began buckling and I came.
My pearly present shot through the air and splattered in disarray on
her shadowy face. The far off street lamp illuminated her slick face
where my cum splashed. She smeared the residue of my semen off her
face with a torn tissue. I barely remember her taking the money out
of my hand; perhaps that is when I lost my watch too.
"Be careful with Vertigo. That guy is a sleaze." She said as she
left me adjusting myself in the alley. I knew that Vertigo was a
sleaze. Everyone down here was a sleaze. It was a paradise of
depravity. I started falling and fell into a vast emptiness.
the end
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Hawk Richards
Heminway@epix.net
"Her cunt gripped him like a warm friendly hand..." -Jim Morrison (An
American Prayer)