Visions (Hell Portals, Book One)

Chapter Twelve: That Demon's Got a Cool Car!

SLEEP HAD BEEN DEEP AND NOISY, with all three of the Knights (a shorthand they had begun to use to refer to themselves collectively) snoring up a storm from their exhaustion-induced, over-relaxation. Having stayed up all night being kidnapped and beaten both physically and emotionally had taken its toll. But after waking up some time around 7PM, they got restless and since they hadn't received any call from their new employer, whomever he was, they had decided to get plastered at a nightclub. Getting plastered was one thing they wanted to do, but if Jack and Nate were to be honest with themselves, getting laid was also on the agenda.

Nate had suggested they head down to the red-light district on Broadway Street, where they could find all sort of titty bars and all-nude dancing clubs. Jack had noted that they had Tabby with them and she may not like that sort of thing, however Tabby had said she had gone "both ways" in the past, and there's no reason why she wouldn't have just as much fun as the guys would.

So Jack, Nate, and Tabby found themselves seated in a booth at The Penthouse Club. It was the typical strip-joint if perhaps a bit more classy. The place was done up in leather upholstery with purple and blue dramatic lighting. A far cry from the typical biker bars Jack and Nate had enjoyed, however it suited a particular purpose this night.

A few hours and a number of drinks into the evening, at around 11:30PM, the threesome were watching Stormy Petals do her routine. She had performed her routine an hour or so before and was quite accomplished, so the three sat watching raptly, in fascination of what this woman could actually do with her Stormy "Petals" (meaning her pink, petal-like inner labia of course).

During the routine, before she had shed her thong and made it to the all-nude portion of the dance, Nate decided to tuck a ten dollar bill into her waistband. She had pulled the band out about an inch from her tanned waistline and walked over to Nate who was holding out the ten-spot in eager anticipation.

Nate smiled and flirted with the girl, then proceeded to tuck the bill into her waistband just to the right of her bellybutton. While tucking in the bill, Nate's knuckles gently brushed the soft, powdered skin of her belly for just a moment.

The electricity was unbearable. Nate felt like he had just been tased—something he'd felt once before when the police had caught him and he had resisted arrest. Nate's eyes went blank, staring off into the distance. His hand still gripped the ten, even though Stormy Petals had let go of her waistband and had backed away, thinking the ten would stay put. Instead, she backed away and saw her guy looking catatonic in a frozen state. A look of confusion crossed her face but she kept dancing anyway.

In his mind, Nate wasn't standing at the edge of the stage, frozen and holding a ten dollar bill. In his mind, Nate was walking with a man toward a yellow, late 70s Trans Am.

Except Nate wasn't Nate. He could tell he was a woman. And somehow he new he was Stormy, except her name was Delores Hymen. How he knew this he didn't understand.

"This, pretty lady, is my car. Isn't she beautiful? I mean, beautiful like you my lovely girl," the man said in a sickening sweet tone.

Stormy, holding the man's hand and being led to the car, wasn't impressed with the car, and Nate could hear her thinking let's just get this over with, loser. It was obvious to Nate that this was a sexual transaction being conducted, nothing more.

The man, who was in his late twenties, a bit too skinny, but with a rough edge about him including long black hair and a mustache and goatee, opened his passenger door for Delores, and she climbed in. He shut the door and walked around the back of the car, unlocked his driver-side door, and got in.

Inside, the Trans Am was quiet. Delores said "OK, as we discussed the hundred you gave me will buy you a nice, yummy blow job. So take your pants off honey," she said.