“Come on, you know how long it’s been?” Tad pushed Chrissie’s hand to his crotch. His eyes jumped back and forth from her to the end of the alley. “It’s been forever.”
Chrissie knew exactly how long it’d been since the last time, and knowing that didn’t make her want to do it any more.
It wasn’t the location. This alley was about as private as any other place she’d been asked to perform in, and it wasn’t Tad’s whininess. He was like this for everything, whether it was picking where to eat or, like now, unhitching his belt.
“It’s been forever…” Tad trailed off as he stood over a sewer grate and released his Kraken.
Release the Kraken was how Tad referred to it. Chrissie thought of it more honestly as letting out his little hookworm.
She hesitated for a second. Better to get it over with than listen to him cry about how much his boys were hurting later. In his defense, it had been months. He was probably backed up and full of swimmers.
Chrissie dropped to her knees and let out a tiny gasp as she landed on broken glass.
“You like that, baby?” Tad asked. In the dark alley, he could see neither the glass nor Chrissie rolling her eyes. “You got me so hard.” Tad let his pants fall to the dirty pavement and grabbed Chrissie’s hair, pulling her face to his crotch.
At least he’s on brand, Chrissie thought, relaxing her jaw.
To his credit, Tad was immediately ready for action. He may not be much of a partner, but he never made Chrissie wait around for him to be ready.
The worst part for Chrissie was at the beginning. She didn’t mind the smell, or the taste that followed, but it was that moment at the start that always turned her stomach. The way it moved inside of her mouth.
Again, it’d been months, and she knew there was no way to avoid it. Tad needed this.
Chrissie tried to distract herself, but then Tad would push himself harder into her mouth as if he was the one in control. Knock yourself out, she thought, if it’ll get this over with any faster.
She knew no one else could do this. Only she had the talent and thick skin to take one for the team.
Then, on cue, it started to hurt. The tiny little bites inside her mouth started, almost dainty at first, then more voracious, more hungry.
Chrissie sucked harder. She grabbed onto Tad’s waist and pulled him hard against her face. He was quiet. She knew this part hurt him too.
With all the strength her throat could muster, she sucked his Kraken, harder each time.
The biting went from her lips to her tongue and then along her cheeks. He was about to erupt. Tears streaked Chrissie’s face.
Then, as Tad always promised, he fired deep into Chrissie’s throat, filling her mouth.
Tad pulled away and pulled his pants up, trying to protect his bloody dingus.
Chrissie stood, keeping her lips smashed as tightly closed as she could.
“Thank you…” Tad gasped.
Chrissie raised her finger to pause Tad, her cheeks extended like she was about to blow out the candles on her birthday cake.
She stumbled to the storm drain and leaned over. She pulled her hair back and bent at the waist.
Tad closed his eyes. He hated this part.
Chrissie spat out millions of blood covered hookworms. Most went down the drain, some landed on the cement, writhing about searching for a warm home. Chrissie wiped bile from her lips and stomped on the strays trying to crawl away.
Tad watched in horror. He’d never get used to this.
Chrissie, satisfied that she’d gotten any stragglers, wiped her face clean, and returned to Tad.
Coughing a last survivor into her hand, she smashed it against the brick wall besides Tad’s face.
“I love you, Chrissie,” Tad said.
“You’d better,” she smiled, “Kiss?”
Ted smiled back, “Maybe later.”
“I bet you wish I was like other guys.”
“What do you mean?” Chrissie said.
“Guys who don’t need help like this, who’d probably have better insurance.”
“Probably,” she said.
“And all they want on their birthdays is anal.”
“Anal? That’s fucking gross.”