Chapter 3. In The Mix

This is my first time in a situation like this.

Angry godmother-type across the bar, scowling at me. Crime boss smiling sweetly. About two dozen redheads glaring as if to remind me I’m small and petite.

And every time my eyes dart over to Damien, casually leaning on the wall behind everyone, eating an apple with a knife.

I feel like he told her I’m horny for him and yes, I am. Even with Ms Deet sitting next to me with her strong fingers digging into my shoulder.

Everything she asked me felt like foreplay before the torture begins ... Especially when she asked about Damien’s visit last night.

I didn’t even know when I started spouting out everything I knew, saw, felt, and did. Everything I told the cops, and everything that happened with Damien.

But, I didn’t dare mention the nudity or the arousal.

Still, I’m scared out of my mind.

“Chill girl,” She finally cut me off, “I believe you.”

“Oh my God, thank you,” I said with a heavy sigh, picking up my beer. I gulped down almost half its content in one go.

“While I don’t trust my Dee hanging out with pretty girls like you,” Ms Deet said with a smile that’s obviously a mask, “I’ve to admit I’m grateful you walked in on him last night.”

“Wait, what?”

“You see, Silco practically does everything for his kid brother,” She said, “guess who was among the boys Dee took out?”

‘Oh shit,’ I thought as I realized how deep in shit i am.

Not only will Silco tear the City apart to find his brother’s killer, but he’d torture me if need be. Heck, he wouldn’t need to torture me, and I’m sure Ms Deet knows that.

I’m a threat to keeping Damien safe from Silco. And she, the gang wars start, guess who’s going to be in the middle of it all.

If only Charlie had taken the goddamn trash out.

“Silco is losing himself, you know,” Ms Deet said, bringing me back to the pub. I quickly interjected before she said something else.

“With all due respect, Ms Deet,” I said, “all of this is none of m...”

“Here’s what you’ll do,” She cut me off with a casual tone, “Dee will look after you while I put things in place. Then you’ll lure...”

“Whoa whoa whoa,” I snapped out of my seat, backing away from Ms Deet.

“Lemme just stop you right there,” I said, “Do I look like an undercover super spy from space to you?”

“I’m a fucking waitress! All I ever do is get drunk and get laid ... Most importantly, get laid like a lot. I don’t want anything else from life. Maybe a less stressful boss, but that’s just it.”

“I can’t do whatever is on your mind ... I won’t!”

For the next minute, everyone remained so silent that all I could hear was my hammering heartbeat. And then, they all bust out laughing.

And as irritating as it is, I don’t dare snap at them.

Damien isn’t laughing, though.

His eyes are on me, and his expression is hard to read. Honestly? I can’t really say I know ... like truly know who Damien is.

Is he enjoying my embarrassment? Is he thinking about me like I’m thinking about him?

He did say he likes me and would like to fuck...

‘Oh good Lord, seriously?’

“Damn, I knew I liked you,” Ms Deet said, finally getting her laugh under control.

Oh, and yes, I feel like shit.

“Ahh, good laugh. Good laugh,” She laughed,

“Now, back to your assignment. You’ll lure Silco away from his gang and help me take over his territories.”

“Like I said, you answer to Dee now. He’ll show you the location and I hope you don’t disappoint me cause...” Ms Deet smiled even more sweetly.

Seriously, she’s more terrifying when she smiles. And that’s not cause she isn’t pretty.

She stands up and taps my cheek softly,

“Get your head in the game, girl,” She said casually, “You’re practically Bloodhound now.”

With that, she turned to leave, but then,

“Oh, and try not to look at my Dee like that. I know he is hot, but keep your paws to yourself. Got it?”

A prang of dread dropped in me, and I nodded like a good dog.

Ms Deet smiled and disappeared around a corner with most of the gang members on her tail.

The others went about what they were doing; some of them went back to poker while others occupied the pool table. I tried not to look at Damien, but he walked up to me nonetheless.

“You scared?” He said, standing just a foot in front of me and forcing me to crane my head up to look at him.

I blinked in uncertainty.

Yes, his proximity is doing ... Fuck, now my butt plug is fucking me - maybe it’s just me clenching my ass.

Why didn’t I remove it before stepping out?

“You still look ... flushed,” He said. I looked away and nodded.

I know he meant ‘horny’ and I know this is a dangerous conversation in an even more dangerous place.

And then, he flicked my forehead like I was a child;

“Get off your horse,” He said with a charming smile. “Save my number, I’ll call you very soon.”

I left Trinity’s pub with two things on my mind: I need to avoid anything that would get Ms Deet remotely more interested in me than she already is.

And I need to fuck Damien out of my system. I need a really good fucking that will leave me in pulp.

Only one person can arrange that for me.

“Hey girl, wassup,” Charlie said, unusually cheerful.

I scoffed, but then I stopped.

Like, how am I supposed to tell her what’s going on with me?

How do I tell her I’m now practically a property of the Bloodhounds? How do I say, I want to fuck Ms Deet’s boyfriend?

“Stella, are you there?”

I let out a sigh.

“Come on, girl, talk to Mama. What’s up?”

“I er...” I trialled off and then let out another sigh.

“I need to get seriously fucked, Charlie. I’m ... Like, I ... I’m fucking high.”

Charlie went silent.

Normally, she’d start listing all potential candidates. But of course, she can see right through me even when she can’t see me.

“This is about...” She paused. I heard a shuffle before she talked again, “This is about last night’s murder, isn’t it? You saw something, didn’t you?”

“Let’s just say I saw someone I never expected and ... He ... I can’t stop thinking about him.”

“Okay, so...” Charlie trailed off, “like, how bad is this?”

“He has a very terrifying girlfriend, and he has a very good reason to kill me.” I didn’t stop there.

I went on and on counting off all the reasons why I need to cure the itch in my pussy and get Damien off my mind.

Of course, I didn’t mention anything about the Bloodhound or state any names or tell her I’m in danger of a lot of things right now. But Charlie got the gist, and sure enough, she’s got a surprise right-sized-dick for me.

Anyway, I’m still at the intersection, balling my fists, and trying to stay in control of my sanity.

I let out a full breath and checked the time.

Charlie had promised to meet up at ten, and it’s only past three. What the fuck am I supposed to do until ten?

On cue,

>>< Honk...! Honk...! ><<

I turned to see a cab parked beside me. And of all the people in the world, I didn’t expect my old home room teacher to step out of the driver’s seat.

“Hey kiddo,”

“Mr Murf?”

My jaw dropped, and an involuntary smile spread across my face. I didn’t even know when I raced over to throw myself on the fifty-some-year-old man.

“Mr. Murf, I c ... I can’t believe it. Wha...? I thought you left Compton for good. Gosh, wha...?” I cut myself off with another unbelievable laugh as I hugged him again.

“It’s good to see you, too, Stella.” He said, pulling back with the same charming smile that always had me blushing then.

Oh, sorry, let me catch you up.

So, remember when I said I dropped out of School? Okay, so here’s the full gist.

I was seventeen, a high school senior looking for distractions after Mom’s death, and I had a big crush on my homeroom teacher.

And one after-school evening, I found out Mr Murf has a thing for blonde petite girls like me, so ... Anyway, we got caught with my legs wide open, his fingers on my panties, and our lips locked.

Mr Murf lost everything, and he moved away.

Me? I didn’t show up in school again.

I never forgot him.

He was the first man to truly get me horny and now that we’re catching up as he drove me home.

Honestly? I feel like he paid the price for my decision.

Although he didn’t tell me the full story, the recap of the last five years had me near tears. He got his break about a year ago, and now he’s driving for a transport company.

Anyway, he came to Compton on a company errand, and then he saw me and...

Okay, I’ll admit. There’s a specific thing on my mind as he rounded the last stretch to my apartment building.

“You’re awfully quiet,” He said with a small laugh, “did my sob story get to you?”

“Uhm, it’s just ... It’s nice to see you again, Mr Murf,” I said with a soft blush.

“It’s nice seeing you, too, kiddo. And please, stop calling me Mr Murf,” He said with that charming smile, “you’re not my student anymore.”

I bite my lips, and a soft blush glows on my cheeks;

“So, I guess this is it, huh?” He said, looking out the window. He said something else, but my mind was elsewhere.

He turns his attention back to me, and a bright smile spreads across his face.

“What?”

“Well...” I trailed off, feeling like a teenager again as I toyed with my fingers and looked everywhere but his eyes.

“Well?”