I looked around for McGlade, hoping for some help. He was standing next to an overflowing Dumpster.
“McGlade! Put your pants back on or I’ll kick your ass!”
Yummi came three or four more times, and then she worked my dick out through my fly and took me in her mouth.
Vicki was amazing at oral sex. Yummi came very close to matching her expertise. I gasped, and a little voice inside my head said this wasn’t cheating. Technically, this was rape.
As her head bobbed up and down, and she worked her tongue and throat, that little voice became a big, loud voice.
But good as it physically felt, it didn’t feel good in my heart. Call me a sappy romantic. Call me a fucking idiot.
But I wasn’t going to be with any woman other than Vicki. I wouldn’t respect myself if I did.
I tried to hoist Yummi off, but she had a lip-lock on me that couldn’t be broken without the aid of a crowbar. So I went on the offensive.
Reaching up my left hand, I found the seam where her latex pants began and forced my way inside.
Yummi screamed around my cock, which felt pretty incredible. I penetrated her with one, then two fingers, while my thumb worked her clit. Yummi released me, sitting straight up like someone had shoved a rod into her spine, making a sound that was so overwhelmingly sexual I should have won some sort of award.
I increased the speed, thrusting my fingers in and out while slowly easing out from under her. Yummi’s moans became higher and higher pitched, until the only things that could hear her were dogs.
I changed the tempo, deliberately teasing her, making her follow my fingers as I disentangled our bodies. When I was free and clear, I did a trick Vicki had taught me, a movement with my thumb that made Yummi’s entire body stiffen up.
She went off like a volcano. I shoved her away and retrieved my hand, leaving her curled up on the ground, twitching and moaning. Then I zipped myself back up and grabbed McGlade.
“Time to go.”
“You’re a fucking idiot,” he said.
“I know. Now let’s go to Rosie’s.”
“But we can’t leave her like that. Look at her.” McGlade pointed at Yummi. The girl was shuddering, her eyes rolled up in her head and a line of drool dripping down her cheek. “She’s in a sexual frenzy. The poor thing doesn’t even know where she is.”
“She’ll be fine.” I continued to pull him away.
“You should let me stay with her. So she doesn’t get hurt.”
“No.”
“I just need two minutes to ensure her safety.”
“No.”
“One minute. I’ll give you a thousand credits.”
I put my hands on McGlade’s shoulders and stared at him, hard. “You can come back for her some other time. My life is on the line here, old buddy. We need to get to Rosie’s. This is hugely important. Do you understand?”
He nodded slowly. “Yeah.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
“And you’re going to help me?”
“Absolutely.”
I let him go, and he went running toward Yummi. I caught him by his hair and wasn’t gentle in dragging him away. He might have cried for a little while, but eventually he manned up and was able to lead us through the decimated town to Rosie’s.
As we got deeper into dissytown, more people hung out on the streets. Whores and peddlers, sk8terz and zonerz, even a few kids. I wondered if Yummi had tried to recruit them, and hoped she used a less aggressive but more effective approach.
Rosie’s, it turned out, was a P&P bar. I had no idea where dissys got their pot and pills, but I could smell the weed long before we walked through the front doors.
There was music, an old guy at an out-of-tune piano growling the blues. The joint was full, around fifty people dope-smoking and pill-popping. Apparently dissytown had no rules against public fornication, because several folks were going at it. Some hetero. Some same sex. Some solo. I tried not to look. My boys were blue, and I had no desire to add to the ache.
The place had an air of danger about it that I was ashamed to admit I got a charge out of. These scumbags were the reason I became a peace officer. I had an urgent, irrational desire to arrest everybody.
“What now?” I asked McGlade.
He ignored me, his nose a few inches away from some girl-on-girl action. I gave him a punch in the arm.
“What?”
“Do you have a contact here? Or are we supposed to try to shake down four dozen people?”
McGlade had taken out his DT and was shooting video. Without looking at me he said, “Guy behind the counter. Name is Lewis. He’s got a mustache.”
“You want to give me an intro?”
“Not really. Ladies? Can you do that thingy again? I didn’t have it zoomed in.”