Drunk Fuck


He was on the stool in the corner of the bar, when I sat down next to him. I ordered a glass of wine and retrieved my phone from my purse. The man in the corner smelled of beer and oil. I glanced down at his pants and saw the stains on his denims. He obviously came here straight from his work, the garage he owned.
“She had one of those too, ya’know.”
I put the phone down on the bar, almost between us, picked up my glass and took a tiny sip of my wine. I didn’t speak.
“She was always busy on tha’ thing. Never had time for anyt’ing else.”
He sounded bitter. And drunk. His words slurred as he spoke. He seemed to take my silence as encouragement to continue.
“All I wanted was fo’er to notice me. Bitch ‘gnored me.”

It was quiet for a while. He downed half a glass of beer and tapped on the bar to order another.
“I even offered her money.”
A shiver ran down my spine.
“But fuckin’ bitch turned her fuckin’ back on me. Made me fuckin’ mad.”
He gulped down more beer.
“I dragged her into an alley with me. Tried to scream, da’bitch but me kept me hand over her mouth.”
Instinct wanted me to jump up and leave, but I took another sip of the wine to try and calm me. He swallowed the rest of the beer in his glass, tapped on the bar and drank half of the next glass before he talked again. His tongue was heavy; his words barely coherent.
“I slapped her. Bitch was gonna listen. Held her head between my hands ‘n stuffed me dick between-a lips.”

He emptied his glass, slammed it on the counter.
“I fucked that sweet little mouth of her. Deep. She fought back. Bitch clawed at my clothes. Tried to push my hands away. I held her tight. Fucked her hard.”
He almost grabbed the glass from the bartender’s hand and threw the beer in the back of his throat, swallowing all of the beer without choking. My knuckles were white where I held my hands tightly pressed on the bar top.
“Fucked her hard,” he repeated and chuckled.
An ice cold rage flowed through my veins. My fingers curled. My finger tops turned white. I held my eyes fixed on the glass of wine in front of me.
“She didn’t fight no more. Opened her mouth and just let me fuck her. I knew the bitch was just playin’ hard to get!”
His fist slammed on the bar top, making me jump and look at him for the first time since he started talking. I couldn’t bear the sight of him and turned my head away.

“I blew my load in’er mouth, watched as she let it run outta’er mouth. Bitch just stared at me. Tried to seduce me all ove’gain. Decided she can work forrit if she wanna more of me. Threw me business card at her feet. Told da’ bitch she could call me if she wanna me so much.”
He seemed out of breath after these words.
“She won’t call you,” I said after a couple of minutes.
“Whadda…?” I could feel him looking at me.
“She’s dead.”
“Dead?” he echoed.
“Yes, she was found dead in an alley. Suffocated. Dried semen on her face. We found a business card. Your employees told us where to find you.”
“Dead?” he said again.

I sighed, grabbed my phone, slipped off the stool and nodded to two men who sat at a table just behind me. The last words I heard before I opened the door to the street were the first words my colleague spoke to the drunk man: “Sir, you are under arrest for the murder…”

© Rebel’s Notes

Wicked Wednesday

10 thoughts on “Drunk Fuck

  1. Thought the Woman next to talker was back till I read Her RAGE! Casual murder is way past Her trying to stop it! Unfortunately, could be True! Very Sad! Great Story! Thank You!

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