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A Sci-Fi Erotica Novella by Pat Dale
This science fantasy romp is not what it seems. Ostensibly a foray into the inner reaches of space, the characters take you for a spin into a digital existence that literally lights your fire. Then douses it, permanently. One jolly good romp in the hay and it is sayonara, baby. Police Detective Jim Smith chases the horny, high-charged devil down as it fries victim after victim. When he goes digital as a part of the chase, the conclusion looms, but with a twist that could not have been anticipated. Sweet dreams! Read and enjoy, but whatever else you do, do not hit the escape key…
Blue Streaks
by Pat Dale
Published by MuseItUp Publishing at Smashwords
ISBN: 978-1-927361-09-2
Copyright 2011 Pat Dale
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Chapter One
Inside Out
Face furrowed with tension, the old man drove along the coastal highway, racing against time and oblivious to the crashing waves on the beach or the traffic whizzing by. His entire being centered on just one thing. Today he had to deliver or else...
His focus settled on three people out by the breakers; a sensuous woman with long flame-red hair blowing around her well-tanned face, her voluptuous figure minimally clad in a skimpy pink bikini, and two hunky Neanderthals fighting over her. He’d found it—a chance to save his butt!
He swerved across the road to a weather-beaten motel whose paint-peeled exterior shouted cheap. Belying his age, he sprang from the old gray convertible, grabbed the worn leather computer case from the back seat, and raced inside to the registration desk.
The motel clerk, wearing a badly soiled sleeveless sweatshirt, mumbled, “Hidey ho, what for you show?”
“I need a room. Fast.”
“Oh, yeah? Lay a pair of twenties on me, pop, and I’ll provide the keys to heaven.”
When the pasty-faced man slammed the money on the counter and scrawled his signature on the page, the clerk looked up at him, then back to the signature. “Harold Prank? Hey, pops, this some kinda joke?”
The clerk’s smartass grin froze when the guest replied in a voice that could have come from hell. “Prawnk, you idiot. It’s Prawnk.” He grabbed the key to number eleven.
Inside the room, he cleared the desk and pulled a small laptop computer out of the old leather bag. Prank reread the terse letter from his editor. His advance was for five stories and he’d delivered just four. Deadline for the fifth was today, just minutes from now. He knew his fifth story had to be found in the trio on the beach. Within seconds, he opened a new file and typed furiously.
* * * *
Eva undulated her lithe body to the sound of the aging Genesis tape on her old cassette player. She was so into her dance and the raucous beat in the strong salty breeze she didn’t notice two men watching her from the rocks.
Frank leered at the woman’s sexy body, showing great promise through its skimpy covering. He whispered, “Fresh meat, my friend. We feast today!”
Joe nodded. “Nice bod. Boobs too tiny for a tit fuck but the rest of her’s okay.”
“Tiny? What the fuck’s wrong with you, man? Them tits is perfect.” He moved closer to his partner as they stayed low behind the rocky cover. “What we gonna use for an approach this time?”
“She looks like a dancer. Look at her wiggle that cute ass of hers. My guess is she’s either a hooker or a stripper. If she’s a whore, we’re shit outta luck, ya know? She’ll want money to fuck us.” His mood darkened.
Joe took another drag on the joint and passed it to Frank, who pulled deeply, letting the magic haze soothe his lungs. “No way, man, that babe’s no whore. Gotta be a dancer. I’ll use my old ‘you’re familiar’ line, okay?”
“Sure. Whatever. I’ll follow your lead. All we gotta do is get her back here in the rocks and we score big-time. Can’t wait to fuck this bitch! Man, this’ll make three great days in a row.”
Eva stopped dancing, suddenly aware of the company she’d drawn with her erotic movements. The blond guy was kind of cute but the other one was two shades short of a hairy gorilla.
Blond man said, “Hi, gorgeous. Man, like you’re some kinda kickass dancer. Awesome.” He gave her an innocent grin.
“Thanks. I usually come out here to practice and try some new moves. Actually, I am a dancer.”
Joe glanced at Frank with a big grin. “What’d I tell you? I knew it! You looked familiar to me but I couldn’t remember from where.”
“Yeah! Me neither.”
The gorilla could speak. Well, he could grunt. Eva had a thought about getting clear of these two but her mouth gave her away. “I work at the Limbo Lounge up the road about a mile north.”
“That’s right,” Frank growled. “We seen you there. Star of the show!”
“Well, not exactly the star. But I do okay.” It was clear these jerks weren’t anyone she wanted to be near. “Hey, fellows. Nice talking to you, but I have to go. I don’t dare get too much sun or I’ll peel. See you around.”
Before she could move away, Frank had her by one arm, waiting for Joe to grab the other. Her eyes searched the beach but nobody was close enough to help. She turned to Joe. “This hairy ape the best company you can find, Blondie?”
Joe, his brain frozen at the sound of Eva’s appeal, turned to his partner and complained. “Hey, man, like let her go, huh? She’s not the kind of babe we’re after, anyway.”
“The hell she’s not, dipshit! She’s got all the equipment I need. If you don’t wanna fuck her, go screw yourself!” Frank dragged Eva toward the rocks.
Joe jumped in front of him and swung, knocking Frank down. Eva broke free, but hesitated when the heavy man came up from the sand swinging a baseball-sized rock and grazed Joe’s head. She began running from them, stopping at a safe distance to watch the two slug it out in the sand.
Just as an old gray convertible flashed by on the road above, she began clapping her hands and laughing. “Okay, boys. That’s all for today.”
The two stopped and got up, rubbing the sand from their bodies as they grinned. Joe rubbed his head and slapped Frank on the back. “Hey, dumb-ass, you almost clocked me too good that time.”
“Sorry, buddy. I want it to look good for the cameras tomorrow. Eva, what do you think?”
“It’s okay, actually pretty good. We’ll do the sex stuff behind the rock tomorrow when we shoot. I don’t think either of you needs any practice for that. Besides, I’ll be getting plenty of sand up my crotch doing it for the cameras.” They laughed.
Just then, the two men felt a strange sensation like a magnet or a vacuum pulling on them. Eva seemed unaffected as she bent down to pick up her things. When she straightened, they were gone.
She started for the rocks. “Okay, you two. I said no sex today, but I guess you need a little reward. Let’s keep it simple, guys. Just a straight standup fuck, okay? You’re going to get all the pussy you can handle tomorrow. Hey you two, who’s first?” There was no sign of them behind the rocks.
* * * *
Frank came out of the mist first. Hovering in a dingy motel room behind an emaciated old man tapping on a computer keyboard. Joe materialized beside him. Their blood ran cold when the man stopped tapping, looked over his shoulder and gave them a frosty grin.
Frank said, “What the fuck is this, old man? How’d we get here?”
“Welcome, boys. I’ve been writing your story, but you let me down by not fucking the shit out of that babe out there on the beach. Now I have to go finish her off myself.”
His body blurred, turning fuzzy. Just before he vanished, he added, “Watch the screen if you want to see how this ends but whatever you do, do not touch the damn keyboard.” He was gone.
The stunned actors stared, too frightened to speak. They looked around the room for Eva, but she wasn’t there. The screen blinked and lines of print moved quickly on it.
* * * *
Eva had just gone into the rocky cove when she discovered she wasn’t alone after all. The most gorgeous hunk she’d ever seen stepped in front of her totally naked, his cock the biggest she’d ever seen, and she’d seen some doozies.
“Hi, Eva. The guys said to tell you they’ll catch up to you later.”
“Who are you?” The startled nymph stared at the tall muscular specimen, apprehension quickly fading into animal attraction.
“I’m Harry and I’m here to give you one final pointer for your film performance.”
She grabbed his dick with both hands. “This the pointer you’re going to give me?”
“You got it, babe.” Without a hint as to his identity, he took the beach blanket from her and spread it on the sand. “We don’t want you getting any of that scratchy old sand up your cunt, do we?” He pulled her onto the blanket.
She dropped her top, letting it fall to her knees. The huge hunk stroked her breasts with gentle caresses, and then pulled her thong off. His expert fingers had her squirming instantly as she gave his enormous cock a two-handed wank.
He groaned when she slid down and took half of him in her mouth. “Careful, babe, that’s an all-day sucker you got there. I don’t have all day to do this, you get my meaning?”
Her tongue stroked him eagerly and damp heat radiated from her pussy. “Now I know why the director sent you. I bet you’re going to be the new stud for me tomorrow in the grand finale, aren’t you?”
The man smiled, fingering her cunt until she was dripping wet. Panting and moaning, she said, “Fuck me, baby! You’re not the only one in a hurry.”
He rolled up and thrust his dick into her when she spread her legs wide, planting her heels in the sand. He plunged only halfway at first but deepened his thrusts with increasing intensity, stalling just before she went over the top.
Writhing in agony, she panted “Give it to me, big guy! Slam that huge salami into me!” He did, penetrating until his balls slapped her anus. Then he backed off again. She beat his back with her fists as he hesitated again after bringing her so close to coming. “Damn you, fuck me! Harder! Give it to me, you beast!”
Eva, determined to reach climax, arched to meet his renewed brutal thrusts, wrapping her legs around him so tight he couldn’t pull back. He began the final driving rhythm, pistoning deep. Harder and deeper as he answered her scream, he hollered out, “Now!” Just as he gave her one last brutal thrust, they were bathed in a brilliant flash of blue light.
“Those fools!” he screamed. “They fucked with the keyboard!” As he began to fade and blur, there was a crackling sound and everything went black. Eva, frozen in eternal ecstasy, wouldn’t notice that or anything, ever again…
* * * *
Midmorning next day, the part-time motel housekeeper came screaming into the office. “Oh God! Hank? Come quick! There’s a dead guy in eleven!”
The morning manager raced down the hall and peered inside. The computer was on, but the screen was blank. Prank lay on the floor beside the chair, his head at a crazy angle and his unseeing eyes frozen.
After the cops arrived, they tried to determine the man’s identity. No I.D. other than a letter from the editor of an erotic mystery magazine. The coroner determined he’d fallen in such a way it broke his neck. As he worked, the lead detective, Lieutenant Jim Smith, went to the computer, keyed it out of sleep mode and scrolled back through the open file.
“Hey, guys, look at this. This guy was a writer. He must have been working on this to send to that editor. Porn shit, but he was pretty good. Too bad he never got a chance to finish.”
Smith read the letter, pulled out his cell phone, and dialed the number. In minutes he was talking to the magazine’s editor, Rutherford Strauss, who was upset to learn that his writer was dead.
“That guy came from nowhere to write some of the best erotic mysteries we’ve ever published, Lieutenant Smith. Our readers have been clamoring for more. He’d done four and was still under contract for one more. That must have been what he was working on. Damn shame he didn’t get it done, I was ready to renew his contract for more.”
“Do you have an address where we can reach his next of kin?”
“No. Strange thing about that guy. We live in the same city but he would only give us a post office box for contact. No address, no phone. Worst part is I never got to meet the man in person.”
“I’ll run his prints. Maybe we’ll get lucky. You want the computer?”
“No, it was his. Keep it in case his family turns up. I would like to have the story he was working on, though, as soon as you can release it.”
“Sure. I’ll download it and send the disc to you after the scene is detailed.”
“Great. Maybe one of our other writers can figure a fitting end to his story. That way, the readers can enjoy one more for the road. Too bad a talent like that is lost.”
“Well, it wasn’t exactly a great day for Mr. Prank.”
“Yeah, you can say that again. But thanks for letting me know, Lieutenant.”
Within the hour, the coroner wrapped up his work. Smith returned to the keyboard and scrolled again to the last entry, this time reading the entire story. He did a double take as he read about the hunk fucking Eva. There was more to the story than he’d originally read. In fact, the tale was complete. His skin went clammy and he had a feeling the day wasn’t over yet.
The coroner called back a few minutes later. “Sit down, Smith. Take a load off. I’m not sure how to put this to you, but that body has been dead for several days. Maybe a week. I never saw anything like it.”
The hair stood up on Smith’s neck. “That’s impossible. He checked in here eighteen hours ago. These people saw him; one of them took his money and talked to him.”
“I know. But forensic science doesn’t lie. There’s more, too. I found evidence of salt water and sand on his lower extremities. And the man died with a raging hard on. His dick was glued to his shorts with semen.”
“Good God. What next?”
“I’m not sure, Jim, but I don’t think God had anything to do with this caper.”
“Well, I’m going to turn this place inside out to find what really happened. Are you sticking with your preliminary ruling of accidental death?”
“For now. I can’t see how we can do anything else.” The doctor chuckled. “Maybe his heart gave out while he got it on with a hooker. Any evidence of that?”
“Nope. Well, yeah, in the story he was writing, but not in the room. Doc, if he’s been dead for more than a day, who knows where he was when he breathed his last?”
“I can’t answer that. I’ve never believed stories about the undead but maybe there’s something to it after all. Let me know if you learn anything else about this guy?”
“Okay. Thanks, Doc.”
The motel manager stuck his head in to find out how long they’d need to keep the room restricted. Smith asked, “How did Prank arrive?”
“He drove up in that gray convertible sitting outside.”
Smith looked out and saw nothing. “What convertible?”
“I told ya, the gray Pontiac.”
“There’s no gray Pontiac out there. Did you get the license number on your registration card?”
“Yeah, I got it here.” The man handed him the card.
Smith called the number in to get a BOLO issued for the vehicle. On the way to his car he noticed two youngsters walking along the beach, carrying some beach gear. What got his attention was the pink bikini top one of the boys was using to tease the other.
“Where’d you boys get this stuff?” He showed his badge and they led him to a rocky area. The tide was ebbing but the beach was still under water. He saw an unusual object next to the rocks and waded in after it; a cassette player with a Genesis tape in it. Hackles rose as he recalled the story he’d just read. It included a tape player and a Genesis tape. Could it somehow be connected to his case?
Smith and the boys started back toward the highway when he noticed a crowd a few hundred yards down the beach, shouting for help. He told the kids to wait for him and raced to where the people were gathered.
When he approached, it was evident what the excitement was about. Lying on the beach lay a naked woman’s body. One glance and he knew it was Eva. Nicely tanned with coppery water-soaked shoulder-length hair, she’d been dead for some time; apparently washed up on the beach during high tide.
Her unseeing green eyes and expression frozen on her face gave the impression she’d experienced ecstasy at the moment of death. Prank died in a moment of coital bliss. Instinct told him that somehow, the two events were connected. That, he knew as sure as anything. But how he knew it, he knew not.
The coroner would confirm later that she’d indeed experienced a moment of orgasmic bliss that, though pleasurable, induced instant cardiac arrest: somehow like electrocution, but without physical damage. The heart had simply gone into such carnal ecstasy it gave up beating.
After the wagon carried off its second body, Smith stood by the highway, stunned. His young assistant, Bill Phillips, was annoyingly excited. “Golly, Jim, two weird deaths here one after another. Man, this is something!”
“Damn it, Phillips, you amaze me with your fascination for other people’s bad luck. But don’t put your notebook away just yet. I have an awful feeling we’re about to get a report of another deceased before this day is over. Maybe two.”
“What do you mean?”
“You didn’t read Prank’s entire story, did you? If what he wrote is happening, and it’s been dead on so far, and that was not a pun, we aren’t done.”
Five minutes later, Phillips got his chance to be amazed by Smith’s intuition. This time the call came in on the radio. A gray convertible had been found with two men in it. They weren’t headed anywhere, though. A huge tree, felled by a lightning strike, had landed across the car, crushing both men to pulp.
Smith asked, “Was one man tall and blond and the other, dark and muscular?”
Phillips radioed in the question, then turned back and nodded.
“I thought so. The blond was named Joe and the other one was a guy named Frank.” His man nodded again.