Chapter 5: The Prick's Prick

The first thing Chase noticed about the succulent blonde in the doorway was the red nail polish on the toes of her bare feet. Then his eyes drifted up her toned legs to the drenched yellow sundress clinging to her body as if she were a ball of static. Chase couldn’t control the additional throb of his cock as she walked toward the kitchen.

“Now that’s a pretty sight.” She pushed her damp hair aside, giving Chase a better view of her hard nipples under the wet dress.

“Talk about making a girl go cockeyed-” She stared brazenly at the cum glistening off his head. “Enjoying yourself? I’m sure enjoying myself.” But, like a bunny with the slightest of sounds in the air, she stopped in her tracks, perked her ears and swung herself back to the kitchen. “What-the-Fuck!”

Chase’s eyes darted to the kitchen bringing himself back into the moment and not needing a family bible to tell him that this voluptuous blonde was Bridgette’s sister and the girlfriend of the guy who was fucking her sister. Bridgette didn’t see her sister in time, and she grabbed the man’s cock from between her legs and stroked it until he came on her ass.

“Why that son of a bitch,” the blonde walked past Chase and into the kitchen.

“Now Lenora-” the man said, quickly trying to pull up his pants as Bridgette grabbed a nearby towel to wipe the cum away.

“Lenora, my ass,” the blonde snatched open a kitchen drawer and pulled out a long sharp butcher’s knife.

“You’re dead,” she screamed.

Chase shoved his deflating cock back into his pants as Lenora stalked to the man in the kitchen. She had the knife drawn and ready to be used.

“Lenora, ju-just put that knife down.” Evan was pulling up his pants. He stumbled to back away from his girlfriend. She wasn’t going to give him any ground as she raised the knife in an offensive position and in a quick stroke took a clean swipe at him, leaving a six-inch mark across his chest. The tip of the blade didn't go deep, but, blood soon began to stroll down his chest attracting nearby flies interested in what was going on.

Bridgette stepped back, letting her sister at the guy. Chase could see the coy gleam of excitement on Bridgette’s mouth as she pursed and then licked her lips. The woman didn’t seem to care a bit that the guy she was just fucking was running from her knife-wielding sister.

Lenora’s brown eyes narrowed. “Oh, don’t tuck that thing away now. It wanted to play, well, let’s play. It’s a game I call, Cut the Prick’s Prick.” She slammed a fist into a nearby wall in anger and lunged at the man again, the tip of the blade nearly missed lopping off a nipple.

“Lenora, just relax girl,” Bridgette said bending over and reaching for her shorts on the floor. Despite her interjection, she obviously didn’t mind seeing this all play out.

“You shut up,” Lenora screamed, slicing the knife at her sister’s outreached hand, although Chase doubted the younger sister had put much of an effort into cutting her sister. At least not nearly as much as she had put into slicing up Bridgette’s fuck buddy.

“Ouch, you almost cut me bitch.” Bridgette slammed back at her sister. “Damn, it’s just a cock. You can have it back. It wasn’t that great anyway.”

“Yeah, Lenora, we-we was just bored. You know. We was just fucking around.”

“Wrong choice of words,” Bridgette laughed as Lenora cocked her head back toward her boyfriend.

“Just fucking around? Well, I’m gonna just fuck around too, Evan, after I cut your fucking cock off.”

That was the first time Chase had heard Evan’s name, and he was surprised that a man with such a thick back-woods accent would have had such a traditional name. He didn’t know what he’d thought, but certainly, a few stereotypical names popped into his head... Leroy and Buck rounded them off. Chase finished zipping up his pants and was ready to take off. The scene in the bar wasn’t exactly what he had in mind when he was looking for human interaction—any of it.

Bridgette looked Chase’s way. “Lenora, calm down. Don’t want to scare our guest now do we?”

All eyes fell on Chase who despite the circumstances couldn’t take his eyes off either Lenora’s or Bridgette’s sweaty and wildly curved frames. The adrenaline, the sweat, the anger only enhanced their appearances as a sprinkle of rain on the metal roof again reminded him that he was far away from home and in a bad spot. If something happened out here, nobody would know. Worse yet, nobody would likely ever find him.

“Who the fuck are you?” Evan called out, wisely not laying his entire focus on the stranger.

“A guy with one nice looking cock,” Bridgette answered, staring at Chase with a hand on her hip.

“How did you see his dick?” Evan asked.

“You saw it too?” Lenora asked.

Evan’s head snapped from Lenora back to Chase. “The fuck you mean, too? Mister, did you show my woman your cock?”

“Uh, not exactly,” Chase began.

“Relax Evan,” Bridgette replied. “He already had it out when Lenora got here.”

“You watched us fuck Mister?”

“Well, uh, yeah. See, I just need to find the interstate and maybe some foo—.”

“Well, this fucking kitchen is closed asshole. And I suggest you make like leaves and... uh...you know...”

“It’s make like a tree and leave stupid,” Bridgette smirked then looked to Chase, “he’s not the sharpest knife in the kitchen if you get my drift.”

“I know that,” Evan snapped at Bridgette. “I mean I know the saying, and I’m not the—.”

“Everybody shut up,” Lenora shouted pointing the knife at Evan. “Now come on over here lover boy. You, me, and your cock have unfinished business.”

Evan looked around the room before diving through the swinging doors, past Chase and out the front door with Lenora on his tail.

“Well, now that they're gone,” Bridgette slipped her shorts and t-shirt on under Chase’s ravenous stare.

“Bridgette,” she said, strutting toward him. She held a hand out in gesture.

“I know,” he replied taking her outstretched hand. “I heard that guy Evan say it.”

“And you are?”

“Chase.”

“Bridgette and Chase,” she said dropping her hand and looking at his crotch. “Now we could be one hell of a pair.”

“I’m afraid I’m part of one already.”

She shrugged. “Well, at least I got to see your cock. You wanna drink?” She pulled out two low-ball glasses with no intention of ice as she grabbed an unlabeled bottle of what Chase assumed correctly was a homemade whiskey.

Chase watched her hips sway as he followed her to the bar. “Sure, but I’d rather have something to eat.”

“Hope you don’t mind a shot of Comfort. At least it’s homemade comfort,” she said and poured two healthy amounts into each glass, pushing one to Chase. “It’s my preferred libation after a good fucking,”

Chase held his glass up. “Well in that case, how about we toast to good fucking?”

“I’ll most certainly drink to that.” Their eyes locked as they each swallowed their drink.

“You think Evan will be alright?” Chase asked as she filled his glass a second time. “That was a big ass knife she had.”

“She’ll be over it soon enough.” Bridgette downed her second glass and quickly poured another. “But enough about Lenora and Evan. What about you? Where you from and what are you doing in Arcadia?”

“Business. I’m looking to buy a place.” He replied deciding to sip on his drink instead of taking the second shot down as quickly as the first.

“You sound like a boy from the city. N’awlins? Birmingham?”

“Nashville, and I already have a place picked out.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Well Chase, if you here offering anything more than your pretty cock, you’ve come to the wrong place. I don’t know anyone who has anything for sale out here. We keep our land to our family for as long as can be. So, you’d be better moving along.”

“Well, I was looking at that old house down the road. Think it was called Bellafont Plantation.”

Chase saw something pass over Bridgette’s eyes as he took another sip of his drink. Was it anger? Seething? There was something that changed her demeanor and as he'd said the words, again, he could feel the curious annoyance that someone or something was looking at him. He turned and looked over his shoulders. He hadn't heard anything from Lenora and Evan since they went outside. Had they made up so quickly? Had Lenora... He chose not to think about other consequences. "I actually just came from Bellafont. Couldn't get the owner to respond to my calls so I drove down to check it out on my own.

“Well, you best not just show up to places out here. You're liable to get your head shot off. Or worse."

"What's worse than your head getting shut off?"

She smiled politely, but didn't respond directly to his question. "What you want with that old place?” She poured her fourth glass. "You know it's haunted right? Ain't nothing good ever come out of Bellafont." She paused as if renumerating on something from long ago. "Ain't nothing good come from Bellafont." She looked up at the front door as a thud was heard outside. Then went back to her drink. Not even a second glance or curious facial expression. Nothing to see here. But, to Chase, there was something to see and he wondered if he hadn't already overextending his welcome.