Evening Quarter

“...of s**t sonofabitch mother fu--”

And then Chandler's eyes were sprayed by a hiss of red, and the room was then seen through a red prism. The woman in front of Chandler was lying on the floor. Chandler took a drink of the shot glass off of the coffee table and set it back down. It was sprayed too.

Outside on the sidewalk, Chandler leaned against a fence and shifted the weight in his pocket around. It annoyed his side and poked him in the ribs. For a minute he just stood tugging at his jacket, trying to get comfortable. Then the w***e walked over.

“Hey m**********r, why you looking at me like that?”

Chandler was not good at talking with strangers.

“Why you looking at me, huh? What, you want a piece of this a*s?” she said and bent down and shook her a*s against his thigh. It really bothered him how they commercialize their assets like that.

Chandler pushed the w***e away and then called her one.

“What did you say, m**********r?”

There was nobody else on the streets. A car was no where in sight. Chandler sighed and looked up at the stars behind the veil of clouds. He stared off down the sidewalk, and the w***e followed him, calling him names. He stopped under a lamp post and turned and faced the w***e. She stopped yelling and her face tightened. The w***e turned and ran off in the other direction.

In his car, Chandler sat and studied the papers in the folder, reassuring himself. He pushed the headlights on and then started the engine. There was still no one on the street, and he opened the door and with a match set the papers on fire. When he was satisfied with the hue of the ash, he shut the door. He looked in the mirror view mirror and wiped the red off of his face. He started off down the street.

At a cafe Chandler sipped from a cup of black coffee and  eyed the waitress. She was about thirty with a twenty year old a*s behind those jeans. Her breasts were hidden by the apron she wore, but  Chandler could make out a reasonable swelling. When she noticed him she walked over.

“Can I help you with anything?”

Chandler tried to smile without showing his teeth, as he always did, but failed and gave up.

“Just another cup, please.”

The waitress walked away and tended to other customers. It was late, yet there were still a few lost souls sitting quietly in the booths. Some had wandered over to the counter and sat on stools and stared blankly at what they ordered. An old man reading a newspaper paused his reading and looked about the cafe, as if he was stretching his tired skeleton. He yawned, revealing gold teeth and a black tongue. He looked at Chandler and stood and walked over. 

“Mind if I sit?” the old man asked.

“No.”

Slowly the old man slid into the booth. Chandler could hear his knees pop and his bones shift. The waitress walked over and filled Chandlers cup. The old man popped a cigarette in his mouth.

“You can't smoke in here, sir.”

The old man looked at the waitress. “Why the hell not?” He stared into her eyes like he was leveling the barrel of a gun to her face. She walked away. The smoke wafted.

Chandler played with the salt shaker and tried to avoid the old mans gaze. 

“Now, Chandler, tell me how it went, I want to know how it went.”

Chandler looked outside the window into the dark night. He watched a woman undress in front of her apartment window on the fourth floor. “Look,” said Chandler. He pointed.

The old man looked up at where Chandler's finger was looking and he smiled disinterestedly. 

“Tell me how it went, Chandler. Come on, I wanna know!”

“I can't tell if she is shaved or not.”

The old man grumbled in his throat. It sounded like a dying motor.

“Now listen here, m**********r,” and the old man pulled an envelope out of his inside pocket and set it in front of Chandler. “If you want this, you better speak up.”

“It's done.”

“Give me the details.”

“What does it matter?”

“You want your money don't you?”

“Why, yes,”

“Well, speak up, sonny.”

Chandler contemplated the evenings events. He stared intently at the sharp hairs sprouting out of the old mans chin. Then he spoke.

“She invited me up to her room, after the show. We saw 2001: A Space Odyssey. She gave me a job during the end of the movie. You know, where he gets sucked into the monolith and into another galaxy. She chugged away that entire scene, and I climaxed when the movie finished.

“When we were in her room, she poured us wine and we drank the whole bottle. She showed me her porn collection. She has a lot of nasty s**t.”

The old man nodded, smiling.

“Anyways, she tried to get me to watch some of the porn, but I didn't want to. And then she started calling me names. She got real pissed. She insisted that I slap her in the face. So I did.”

“You did?”

“Yeah. And then she led me to the bathroom. She unbuckled me and took it out. Then she sat on the toilet and took a s**t and played with my dick all the while. It was really uncomfortable. Hard to maintain a chubster.

“After her bowels ceased their laps, she made me wipe her a*s. Now listen,  old man, I had never wiped anyone's a*s before, besides my own. Now that s**t was degrading.”

“But you did it?”

“Yes, I did it. I didn't really have a choice in the matter did I? She had her teeth gripped on my chubby.”

The old man smiled and blew smoke into the air.

“And then we were on the couch. She said she wanted to stick her foot in my a*s. I declined the offer, and that's when she started to get real mad. She screamed at the top of her lungs. Damn near made my ears bleed. She grabbed her shoe and took it off and demanded me to pull down my pants.”

“Did you?”

“No! I called her a crazy b***h and then she grabbed a knife from the kitchen and pointed it at me. Calling me names. Piece of s**t this, sonofabitch that. She raised the knife like she was going to throw it at me, and then I popped her.”

“You popped her?”

“Yeah.”

“Did anyone see you?”

“There was no one else there.”

“I mean, did anyone see you when you left?”

“No. I don't think so.” Chandler sipped his coffee. “I bumped into some w***e on the street. Tried to sell herself to me in such a rude manner.”

“Did you pop her?”

“What? No, she just eventually gave up and walked away.”

“When was this?”

“Twenty minutes ago.”

“Alright.” The old man slid out of the booth and stood. “Uhmm, good job.”

He left a quarter on the table and walked out of the cafe, smoking his cigarette. When he walked past the waitress she scowled at him. Chandler stared at the envelope with blank certitude. 

Chandler looked out the window and up at the apartment, looking for the peeling of the cloth. The woman wasn't there anymore.

Reviews

[ZackOfBridge]

Mysterious. Maintained a chubster throughout; so all in all it was an absorbing story. Good to see a story of Chadvonswan on the cafe.