MicroHorror

Tina hated blowjobs. Not only was she uncomfortable, she had to do all the work. Bobbing her head into this guy’s crotch while kneeling on a piece of cardboard was the last thing she wanted to do. On top of that, her jaws ached and this guy was trying to choke her with his dick. Top that off with the hygiene habits of her clientele–this guy, for instance, smelled as if he had not washed in a week. Still, $10 was $10, she was feeling the sweats coming on quickly, and it gave her time to think.

In a short time, “handsome” would be finished and Tina could score a few minutes of happiness around the corner. It amazed her that a few months ago she was a young fresh girl come to Atlanta to become a famous writer. A runaway from the suburbs, she came at first to Little Five Points to be with the artistic crowd. When she arrived, friends abounded until her money ran out. Because she was under age, jobs were impossible and that left begging. Even that didn’t fill her stomach.

Then someone suggested hooking. Far from a virgin, Tina resisted until the cold and hunger drove her over the edge. Broke, she gave an old man a hand job for $10. As time passed, she did more for more money. Then the guilt drove her to drugs to soothe her feelings. Now her life no longer revolved around words or ideas. Instead, she centered on the goal of scoring a few bucks for a fix for her habit.

“Argh!” the man grunted as he climaxed.

Spitting the semen out Tina jumped to her feet. “Listen, you bastard, I told you to let me know when you were about to cum. That little trick of yours is going to cost you $10 extra!”

The man laughed at her. Tina knew this guy needed a little prodding to get her full due. For some reason, some guys thought because they were paying her mouth that they owned all of her. She knew how to change their attitudes. Pulling out a box cutter from her back pocket, she flashed it at him angrily. “Listen, mister, pay me or leave here a eunuch!” With that, Tina grabbed his penis and held the blade at its base.

The reaction on his face puzzled Tina. Instead of fear or horror, she saw amusement. He smiled slightly and his eyes seemed to twinkle. Something about his eyes caught her attention. They were deep gray eyes, the yellowish white surrounding a grayish disc with a black hole in the center. Though they were cold and remote for reasons beyond her comprehension, she felt comfortable staring into them. It was like looking into a magic mirror from her childhood. She could see herself in these eyes and then she saw deeper.

Tina saw the world she left and the world where she now lived. She felt the pangs of guilt at a life wasted. Memories of a dream life rushed through her head. A wedding that never happened, a white dress she never owned, a world where she had promise and now nothing. Part of her ached for release from the bondage she had condemned herself to. A tear rolled down her cheek.

The tear was his cue. With lightning-fast moves, he was on her throat. In minutes, her blood and his mingled. The shock and the pain caused Tina to pass out. Smiling, he lifted her as a parent would pick up a child and carried her into the night. Leo had a new girl to work the truck stops. Now, instead of a chemical master, she had him.