Dark alley. City pulses below. Neon flickers. Heart hammers. I’m the lawyer by day. Suits. Briefcases. Court wins. But tonight, no mask. Stairs creak under heels. Semi-dark. Bulbs smashed. Piss stench hits. Beer rot. Palier looms. Door at end. Wood splintered. Lock busted. Squat reeks of him. Hank. Bukowski ghost. Squatting my mind. My building. Tenants complain. Time to purge.
Fingers grip knob. Twist. Push. Door swings. Clove smoke chokes. Shit. Spilled whiskey. He’s there. Couch sags. Eyes vacant. Old. Filthy. Muscled under grime. Mendelssohn crackles on radio. Adrenaline surges. Mutation hits. Day me dies. Secret Heroine wakes. Pussy throbs. Power floods veins. No words. No HR bullshit. I stride. He glances. ‘Mouais?’
The Mutation
Grab collar. Yank up. His breath hot. Booze. Decay. I shove. Back hits wall. Lips crash mine. Rough. Teeth. My tongue invades. Hands rip shirt. Buttons fly. His chest hairy. Sweaty. Mine heaves. Skirt hikes. No panties. Wet already. City horns blare distant. Rhythm matches pulse. I grind hip. Feel him harden. Thick. Ready.
Push down. Couch groans. Straddle thighs. Unzip. Cock springs. Veiny. Pulsing. Grip base. Squeeze. He grunts. Eyes widen. ‘Out, Hank. My head. My rules.’ Slide down. Pussy engulfs. Tight. Hot. Inch by inch. Fill me. Walls clench. Ride hard. Hips slam. Breasts bounce free. Nipples peak. His hands claw ass. I slap. ‘Mine.’ Faster. Wet slaps echo. Sweat drips. Grunts mix Mendelssohn. Domination pure. City vibe fuels. Adrenaline spikes.
The Exploit
Thrusts brutal. Nails rake chest. ‘You’ve squatted long enough. Fucked my words. My fire.’ He bucks. Mouais moans. Deeper. G-spot hits. Fire builds. Legs quake. Control mine. Twist hips. Grind clit. His balls slap. Tense. Close. ‘Beg to leave.’ Fingers pinch nipples. Pull hair. He breaks. ‘Go… fuck… go.’ Explode. Cum floods. Pussy milks. Waves crash. Scream rips. Power peaks. He slumps. Defeated.
Rise. Cum drips thighs. Zip him. ‘Pack. Gone.’ He nods. Broken. Grab bag. Stumbles out. I smooth skirt. Stairs down. Vertigo spins. Street hits. Neon rush. Bump old man. He falls. Help up. ‘Sorry.’ Eyes sharp. ‘You okay? Doctor once. Lost it all.’ Smile. ‘Apartment free. Clean it.’ He grins. ‘Providence.’ Walk away. Secret burns. Stronger. Normal life waits. But I’m unleashed. Hank ghost? Fucked out. City owns me now.