Prologue: Prelude to Catastrophe

Everyone sees something different in the 'Endgame': a biblical apocalypse, a portrait of painful co-dependency, a confession of guilt and dignity in the face of death, a night of baffling hopelessness, a meaningless babble. Each interpretation reveals an absurd truth - not about the play, but about the person watching it.

-Simon McBurney

Dean Cliff-Heart slid of the velvet sheets beside the sprawled form of an oblivious woman. He took caution as to not make the slightest of sounds, careful not to wake his client from her blissful sleep. He snatched up his dark blue khaki shorts along-side a tight fitting satin thong.

He frowned, sigh he shook his head as he considered the putrid satin cloth. {I don't get why women like those kind of stuff}. He slid the shorts up his legs then pocketed the thong.

His Pale grey eyes stretched as he scanned the en suite, his eyes felling upon his unconscious clientele that had her modest assets concealed slightly by the velvet sheen of red sheets, then at the whorish cop polo placed at the bed's heel that he wore before, contemplating whether to leave without his top or wear the unchaste shirt.

Dean reached for his phallic baton along with its holster, he took a momentary glance at it before considering to just leaving it there on their rented room. {It's provided by the company, so there wouldn't be much of a problem ... but then again, they might cut it off my pay-check} ... He then fastened it on his shorts; covering the phallic head of the baton with the brown holster.

Settling his stuff, he took off to the nearby restroom. He groped a bit for the light switch as he turned on the lights. Then sighed contently as he walked towards the sink placed both his hands on the counter then inspected himself,

A ragged 4:00 shadow adorned his jaw, his pale grey eyes complemented his tanned skin while his sleek black hair looked rugged adding a wild look, and his features were sharp and chiseled creating an image of masculinity and intense desire emanated from his pale grey eyes, even without trying; it's what made him popular with his customers.

His bare chest was beefy, well-developed and powerfully built; healthy diet and his time at the gym paid off and exhibited great results. He smirked as signs of his pro-creational nightly activity showed; bodily fluids and love bites marked his body, a couple of welts produced my long nails instigated his back.

Dean took the phallic baton and washed it on the basin, then leaving it there as he stripped his shorts, getting ready to take a shower. He turned the faucet right as the small pictures indicated "warm", unfortunately it wasn't just warm, the water that splashed his face was scorching, almost bordering on boiling as the agony of the scalding water made him jump and let out a "manly shriek".

"AW FUCK!" he screamed as he fumbled for the faucets handle turning it left, immediately adjusting the temperature of the water to cold. "fuckin' hell" he uttered as he stood there basking on the cool stream, soaking his aching skin in refreshment.

"I didn't know you could scream like that." Uttered a voice, Dean gazed at the source. Standing at the Bathroom entrance is his client, Mara Willow, a 5'6 ft. 38 year-old Divorcee, With a brunette colored hair, brown eyes and button nose, her lips where small, her eye-brows a bit thick but her body was just as gorgeous as a 20 year-old woman, her breasts were C-cups, boobs ample enough to fit in one grasp, a bit chubby on her tummy but paired with her plump ass, she can be just as wild and sexy as any teen-ager.

Down to her mound was a heart shaped strip of hair that lead down to her pussy. "Well, any man can scream like that if they scald him with boiling water" Dean remarked.

"hoho, Is that what it takes?" She said as she eyed him lustfully, she sauntered towards Dean; hips swaying as her gaze lowered to his crotch. "I think I want to hear you scream like that again" she added with an evil smirk.

"I'ttle cost you extra" he shrugged, his cock stirred alive as Mara got closer. "Don't worry, I've got it covered." Mara said as he captures his lips in a deep kiss, their tongues swirling in passion. Dean reached up and cupped her cheeks, one hand on her ass while the other on her face. "I like your plump cheeks" he said breaking the kiss as he pinched both her ass and her cheek, eliciting a moan from her.

"Pig" she uttered as she grasp his stirring cock. Dean nuzzled her cheek then her chin going to her neck adding small kisses as he cupped her breast, circling her areolas while avoiding her hard nipples. "Thanks". he said, his head licking down to the side of her breasts then using the hand on her ass to tease her ass-hole, "Mhhhmmmm ... yes" she moaned as he took her nipple on his mouth, nipping at her nipples with short sensual bites, "I love your tits"

"I think they're a bit sagging" she pouted, her hands jerking his growing cock. "I like sagging" he added as he took her other tit to his mouth, small moans came from as he began adding the same circular motion as he tongued her nipple. "You just like boobs, you pig" she giggled while at the same time he bit her. "OH, YES!" pulling her nipple with his teeth. "Fuck! You're good at this"

"It comes with the job" he answered as he licked down to her abdomen, clenching her plump ass at the same time. "Ohhh ... yesss" she whispered, her eyes closed; engaging on the small pleasures brought by his probing.

"To the wall" Dean ordered as he turned her around and pushed her on the bathroom's wall. He cupped her pussy, making sure she's wet enough to take him, he then kneaded her breasts then pinched her nipples, "Bend over" he added, and she did. He stroked his cock then placed it at her entrance. "I think I'm tired" he said with a grin.

"Oh, Just fuck me you pig" she hissed. He plunged into her depths with one quick shove drawing out a naughty squeal, followed up with a moan. "You're so sexy" he complemented, her pussy-walls scrunching his cock.

"Every-ones sexy when your fucking them" Mara purred, Dean stood there not moving for about ten seconds, relishing her velvety goodness. "I'm so gonna kill you if you don't move" she threatened, "Oh, is that so?" he replied, "I'm paying y—"he captured her lips in a passionate kiss breaking her off. "I'm a rebel" he added, Dean stood there doing nothing with his cock half-way inside her belly but already hitting the entrance to her womb.

"I hate your teasing" Mara grunted then started moving her hips back and forth, "That's it" Dean said as he slid his hands on her belly, rubbing and occasionally bumping to her breasts. "And I loved teasing you" he whispered in her ears while breathing down on her neck.

Dean slid his hands down to her lower lips, unlike most women; Mara had a big clit that throbbed when she's horny. He rubbed around it with sensual and careful strokes, avoiding her throbbing clit. "You jerk" She moaned, as he felt her pussy-walls gently squeezing his cock, alerting him of her impending orgasm.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she groaned, her strokes growing harder and faster. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! I FUCKING LOVE YOUR COCK!" she wailed, her back arching and her cunt squeezing tight, her knees buckled then kept on releasing her love juices. "Are you satisfied with that?" she asked, her voice trembling. "No" he said bucking his hips then plunged a forceful thrust in her followed by a quick escape out of her convulsing pussy, Dean began thrusting in and out. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" her voice resounded on the bathroom walls, echoing slightly.

A relatively big orgasm came and rolled through her as he fucked her sensitive cunt followed by multiple small orgasms that writhed amidst his forceful fucking, Mara's knees trembled in weakness; Dean supported her by hooking both his hands along her elbows then pressing his palms against the walls. He kept on thrusting in wild abandon, and then pushed her to the wall, her tits flattened, hard nipples pressing against the cold ceramic tiles made her orgasms much more intense.

The cold water that showered her made her aware of how hot his cock was inside her and how much it was stretching and stirring her insides, she moaned, wantonly. Her mind was becoming slush as he pistoned in and out of her sloshing pussy.

Dean felt his orgasm coming, building up and ready to burst. He removed his arm that supported her elbow then hooked her legs upward, {God I love flexible women}, her pussy was in full-view as he went in and out of her. Her series of small orgasms now over and getting ready to unleash a big one, he turned her around then hooked both her legs with the two of his hands careful not to remove accidentally slid his cock of off her plump cunt.

He then carried her, her arms wrapping around his neck as he locked her lips in a deep kiss; Mara began to kiss him sloppily, as she was still recovering from her orgasm; Dean's cock sliding in and out of her didn't help her recover fast enough to think clearly.

The new position help Dean last longer as the head of his cock didn't get as much as attention as he slid inside her repeatedly. He grunted, keeping his orgasm unto a still as he tried to build up Mara's own orgasm.

He kept on heaving her up and down; Mara's eyes were in deep ecstasy as she moaned repeatedly; her fingers digging unto his back as fucked her. She felt her orgasm building. {God! He knows where to hit.}

She straddled him and tried to join Dean's rhythm in his thrusts but her hips were too weak to do so, {I'm getting old}, she thought solemnly but it was quickly washed away as Dean's hips bucked, his balls tightening and releasing 4 spurts of cum inside of her. The wet and warm feeling inside of her made it oh so {sexy}.

His own climax triggered Mara's orgasm as she writhed and wailed in ecstasy, her eyes going white as she passed out from the intense orgasm. Dean grunted his cocked plopped down from Mara's cunt followed by his white cum dripping out her depths and unto the tiled floor.

He carried her out of the bathroom, both of them wet and tired from their intense fuck. He walked onto the velvet sheets then gently placed her insensible form down on the soft cot. Her face stuck on a silly grin as his cum trickled out of his client's gaping pussy and unto the sheets.

He took 2 towels from the drawer and dried his body then followed by drying Mara's unconscious form. Mara stirred awake as he wiped her fleshy cunt. "I'm sore" she complained. "Your fault" Dean answered with a toothy grin. He looked at the time, it was 7:49 AM and he smiled gently knowing that they fucked for more than half-an hour. {Hell, I wasn't even able to shower properly.}

"I think I love you, Dean" Mara confessed, she just came out of a messy relationship and felt a bit reluctant on her confession. She was rich, yes and needy and she knew it. "You don't love me, you love the whole eleven inches of my cock" Dean said.

"Pig" She snorted. "I think it's just my Pussy talking but..." She hesitated "I really, really like you. You know? It might be love but I don't know..."

"You deserve better..." he murmured under his breath. This had been an occurring thing in his work, lonely, needy and horny women thinking that he's "the one" after one good fuck, but he isn't some-one they deserve. He isn't actually proud of his line-of-work but it's the one paying and his debt so he didn't have much of a choice in that matter.

"But you are 'Better' Dean" She confided. "You're sexy, smart, funny, kind and very, very Good at fucking" she purred adding an emphasis on the last one. "Where else can I find a man better than you are?"

"I'm working in a place like this, you know?" He replied, his tone flat. "Women pay to have sex with me, to entertain them, to realize their kinks and to make them feel good. I just don't think you know what you're actually talking about. I'm not proud to what I had become but it pays" a bit of emotion strung out from what he said.

"I'm sorry" Mara said, she caught the tone in his voice and she felt it; His sadness and his shame. A moment of awkward silence came, none of them spoke for about a minute but Mara decided to break it off and talk to him, maybe as a friend instead of a client.

"Why did you resort to ... um ... ah" she pondered the proper word to call Dean, "Stripping? Being Call-Boy? Or a Man-whore?" he added.

"Uh ... um, yes?" she answered, it was difficult to say it but it was true. Dean hesitated to tell his client about himself, he'd been bottling these things up ever since he started working, but decided that it wouldn't be good for him if he just kept his mouth shut and go crazy because of his problems, Mara seemed trustworthy, she'd been buying his services ever-since he became a part of the {STAllION's agency}. It wouldn't hurt him to tell his story to her, hell. She pays by the hour, so it suits him more if he stayed longer.

Dean sat and calmed his heart, it wasn't an easy subject but he at least wanted to ease his burden, even if it's just for a bit.

"Well, my dad left my mom and me for another woman, I was 15 then." He started "He was a prick, a bastard, he fucked other women behind mother's back and then left us when he got his younger and much more beautiful wife knocked up and pregnant." He recounted, his face stuck in a cold flat-look.