"Jessica!" Her name, screamed so close in that small place, brings them both back
to earth. He pulls out, startled as she jumps and sees the man standing above them.
His face is purple, raging; his eyes bulging, bloodshot, manic. The man in the stall
knows something is very wrong. As she gasps "Pete!" and moves in her nakedness to
placate him, somehow, the man with her dresses hurriedly. "Pete" is motionless for
a long moment, eyes unbelieving. But as "Jessica" tries to deny what he's just seen,
he stirs. Quick backhand"Lying slut!"and she is thrown against the stall, her
head making a loud, sickening crack. Her eyes roll back and she slumps into unconsciousness.
"Pete" reaches behind him and looks the other man in the eye. "Who are you?" he asks
in a surprisingly calm voice. "Alex." "Well, Alex, I just caught you fucking my wife.
I don't like that. I'm gonna show you just how much I don't like it." And he pulls
a large black gun from behind him. "Say goodbye, mother fucker." Gun starts to find its
target, the finger starts to tighten.
But these stalls are not very private, and the walls between leave a big space between
them and the floor. And Alex, thin and agile, rolls under the wall as Pete brings out his
gun. Under the wall into the bathroom proper and he jumps up to make his escape. Hard to
push through all these people but he must, and as Pete roars in anger behind him Alex
makes his desperate way outside.
The night is cold and damp, and outside the safety of the club's lights the shadows
offer no cover. He dashes away from the clubno time to find a caband looks for a
place to hide. Pete is right behind and Alex knows that he must find somewhere to dodge
himor someplace to find a weapon to protect himself. His eyes light upon a large
abandoned steel factory nearby. Run to it, around to a fire escape, jump up and climb
three steps at a time, up to a higher level. Pete loses a moment making the jump. Alex
gains precious time, smashes a door window with his elbow, inside the building. The door
groans open and he is in, down dark halls in his run.
Pipes cover the walls and ceilings, dripping water or hissing steam; steel doors and
safety glass windows; old machinery lying forgotten. A few wires spark as Alex runs past.
There is the dull hum of great electrical power, dark foreboding in the cold, moist air.
Down a hall through a steel door to the stairs, down two flights to a large landing.
Pete yells from not far enough behind. Alex checks the doors on the landingimpulse
prefers one certain door but it's locked. Pete can now see Alex, though Pete is still
two flights up. Alex feels the terror rise in his throat and his limbs stiffen for a
heartbeat, but the sound of Pete's footsteps clanging on the metal stairs breaks the
paralysis. Alex dashes through the only open door he can find on that landing.
He enters a large room in the shape of a "T"; his door is at the right side of the
T's top bar. It is 60 feet to the opposite wall down a 15-foot-wide "hall;" the room's
extension ahead to his left is maybe 25 feet across and 40 feet deep. There are pipes of
varying sizes running along the walls and ceiling, dripping water and hissing steam like
the rest. The extension to his left, as he scampers further in, contains some steel
lockers in the center and to the right of the room-several lockers are bashed in, as
though football players have attacked them. There are showers far ahead to the left,
shrouded in darkness, urinals to his immediate left, and toilets between them. But the
toilets have only partial walls between them and no doors or walls in front for privacy.
That missing section is propped against the lockers and partially draped with grey workcloth.
Other cloth sections hang around the room, moving slowly in a silent breeze. The far end
of the extension is dark but the red flickering of an "EXIT" sign barely shows another
steel door with a large safety-glass window, a panic bar to open it from this side, and
a large padlock preventing that panic bar from ever working again.
Alex runs to the side of the room opposite from his entrance, past old broken metal
folding chairs, dead fluorescent bulbs, coat racks still with a few ragged coats, safety
glasses and hard hats, and shelves of discarded tools and assorted junk. But the door he
reachesits window a tiny safety-glass peepholeis also locked securely. Alex is trapped in this place.
He darts back to the open area againhears Pete's footsteps almost at the entrance.
There must be somewhere to hide, and quickly, or some weapon to find, or some
way to elude Pete. But even in desperation Alex can find nothingthis is it, the
chase will end in this room. All is lost. Alex sinks into the shadows of the farthest
toilet stall, awaiting the inevitable. His thoughts fade to his damning tryst with
"Jessica" in the club. He never knew she was married! Revelation too late, far too late.
The experience comes back now, strong, flooding his mind against what's coming...
Picks her up on the dance floor-a little smaller than he's used to, but so hot!
Such a beautiful, elegant face. Such a beautiful body! "Jessica," she calls herself.
"I'm Alex," he replies. And it starts. She keeps right up with him, dancing with no
inhibitions, clinging to him like wet clothing. The music slows and swells, he leans
down for a quick, furtive kiss. Her lips open and her hands dig in-the kiss locks and
tongues meet in the hammering of blood and lust. The world disappears as hands slide and
grope; the primal, hungry kiss. He finds a breast with his right hand and her moan sends
steam across his chest. Knead, knead, gnaw on her face; this cannot continue on the
dance floor. He breaks off to maneuver them into the bathroomdoesn't matter which
oneand into a private stall. Back to the feeding frenzy. Clothes melt away, his
mouth slides down to the breastsuckle like a baby, nibble around the nipplehis
hands stroke her ass. Her back arches, her teeth grind; she starts to shake. He leans
her back against the door and she lowers herself a little. Her hands cup his balls and
tickle them; his breath catches and he clamps down on that breast. She grabs his shaft
and slides from scrotum to head, back, up, back; tug and tug and tug to swollen erection.
He spreads her soft, dark legs and finds the hole under her mound with two fingers.
Her hands move harder, more violently; he grabs and fondles and teases her insides.
Juices come quickly, he can barely hold her-or hold himself back. No more waitingfrantic,
hungry kisses and licking; he grabs her ass and lifts her up and to him. Her legs wrap
around the small of his back as he slides into her-so hot, so tight, so wet. Oh yes!
Yes! Pump away, grunts, flesh slapping, moans, devour each other. (No notice of the
man peeking over the stall, of the fury burning his eyes as Pete recognizes his
beautiful wife fucking another man.) Alex, his eyes closed, can see the light, the
rush of Paradise roaring towards him. The light, so strong! The sounds, so loud! He
groans to welcome it...Ecstasy, mother fucker!
All is dark.
Copyright ©1992 Sean Pearson