MicroHorror

“There she is, buddy.”

“Is it really her?” Cliff was still in a state of mild shock.

“In the flesh, man. Kristy Michaels.” Judd gestured at the woman silhouetted in the orange light of the setting sun. Cliff stared at the bed and his mind raced. All those sweaty hours spent in his room, watching porn, and here she was–the star of his every fantasy.

“How much did you say it was again?” Cliff was flustered. She was gesturing now–for him to come over, to be with her.

“Fifty bucks. I could probably get a lot more, but you’re my friend.”

“I just can’t believe Kristy Michaels is in your house.” Cliff could make out the starlet now, looking at him with raw desire.

“I saved her life, dude. She was out front. I pegged a few of them back with some big rocks, and when they were a little closer…” He patted the .45 tucked into his waistband.

“She got scratched up a little, but she was really grateful. Are you going to do this or what?”

“Yeah,” Cliff breathed. He had one more question, though. “That thing she was famous for–does she still do that?”

In response Judd smacked him on the back of the head. “Are you stupid, man?” He thumbed a key on his belt. “I should let you try, and see how you like it.”

Kristy shifted on the bed, and rattled her chain in assent. Cliff shuddered in anticipation. The tiny room was sweltering in the humidity, and he could see her skin glistening in the lessening light. Judd grabbed his arm.

“One more thing.” He slapped a condom into Cliff’s clammy palm.

“Really? It’s not like she’s going to get pregnant.”

Pow. Another cuff on the back of the head. “It’s for you, genius. Or do you want to end up like…” and he made the twitching gesture that had become all too well known. Two things, then I’m gone. I got Brandi Lake in the next room. One: be quick. She gets strong if she gets too worked up. Two, and I can’t believe I have to say this: stay away from her mouth.” As the pimp slammed the door and walked down the hall, Cliff could just make out his disgusted comment. “Does she still do that thing… Jesus.”

Cliff walked to the bed. The perfect body was still intact, marred only by some ugly purple-black scratches on her shoulder, where the skin was ploughed up. She moaned again through the steel muzzle. Cliff took this as a greeting, and returned, “Hi, Miss Michaels. I’m your biggest fan.” He got undressed.

It was everything he’d hoped for. He was so caught up in the moment that he completely missed the screams from next door.

The sound of chains dragging outside the door whipped Kristy into a frenzy, and with a Herculean effort, she pulled free of her manacles, leaving most of the skin behind. As the questing fingers, now moving in a broken, twitching fashion, found his shoulder, Cliff was off the bed in an instant.

The door smashed open. Brandi Lake, redheaded star of “Cheerleaders for Everyone,” stood there, her jaw gaping open where she’d pulled the mouth restraint free. From the streaks of gore running down her chin, though, it wasn’t bothering her at all. Cliff saw that she held Judd’s key ring, with his hand and forearm still attached. Brandi let out a low wail, and Kristy moved her hands as he’d seen them move so many times before, stroking his chest, leaving thick red streaks wherever they passed. He felt the metal mouthpiece bumping lightly at the back of his neck. Brandi came closer, raising the keys, and Cliff knew what was next. As he looked from one dead porn star to the next, all he could think was, “What a way to go.”