Red Line Market

A buzzing sound rang through my head while I stood up straight at work in a daze, tapping my foot, remembering the events of the night prior; damn, I am exhausted, and my face feels like it went 10 rounds with Mike Tyson. Ha! I'm glad they didn't bite my ear off in the process (metaphorically speaking). All jokes aside, my face hurts, and it feels like he got brutalized last night. Everyone's been looking at me throughout my shift, even Jess. 

The worst part is this rock on my finger—a literal stone on the outside but gold on the inside. Coming to work in this condition was terrible, but having a ring on your finger is a bachelor's worst nightmare, especially since I have to try to recall everything that night as best I can. 

They were dragging me deeper into the shadows while thinking of how stupid I was to do this shit alone and even many scenarios of what could happen to me: either they beat me up, rape me, hang me from a building by a rope, torch me, or just rob me of all my valuables just for poor 30-year-old David Roberts had popped up dead and naked on the 5 o'clock news with his asshole used… Thank fucking god for willpower because I was not looking to go through any scenarios. Turns out, before I could see that white light when these freaky motherfuckers were trying to choke me out and drag me away, well, grabbing hold of multiple parts of my body, especially getting real handy at my groin area. Suddenly, adrenaline surged, heightening my senses in a desperate attempt to fight against the encroaching darkness.

Before I knew it, I grabbed the nearest thing I could find on the ground, which turned out to be a brick, assuming that a wall was loose, which was good for me. If Winston Salem didn't know the term "being dog walked" before, they were gonna learn that slang firsthand night when I began an onslaught of throwing and swinging bricks at those fuckers around me in the dark from all directions, and whenever I ran out of bricks or was knocked down, I grabbed something else; it didn't matter if it was a plastic fork to stab in the eyes or a trashcan lid to use Captain America style; I was going to use anything to my advantage including my hands, head, elbows, knees, and feet. Shit, I even used a crazy raccoon that quickly attacked one of my attackers along with my phone. Thanks to watching action movies, I forced my phone down the throats of one of my attackers. Call it dumb luck or adapting to my environment from whoever was trying to get to me, but I would not be taken advantage of. You must surrender your man card if you can't handle a few tough guys. Once I got quiet again, I didn't know if they were all knocked out, but I couldn't just sit around and find out, so I left my phone behind, grabbed the door handle, swung it open, and ran inside as fast as possible! Damn, the place had my head spinning, and it didn't help the fact that the music was blasting loud beats, making me think of puking or my ears popping at any moment. Things got even worse when I tried to inhale for breaths, man. If I thought the outside smelled awful, the inside would be bad. My eyes burned intensely as if I had just been maced, and tears began to form. The smell was the most diabolical putrid odor that one should never have inhaled. "Oh christ, so this is what Twitter smells!?" Despite my complaining and sheer pain, I could see only red and neon lights. Seriously glow in the dark was everywhere: spray paint, lipstick, nails, clothes, and even glow-in-the-dark condoms.

Most importantly, everyone wore a mask that was either normal or glow-in-the-dark. If I said this was a sex party, it would be some purge-level shit understatement. On the outside, just by the shadows, I thought it was just a simple warehouse. Still, on the inside, it was like a nightclub/fight club/sex mansion where people were dancing, stripping, drinking, smoking, fucking, fighting, and gambling on fights; this also included cutting, gangbanging, raving with the most disgusting where people are shitting and pissing on each other just to make it out after, along with bondage play. Hell, even motherfuckers hooked from the ceiling like there are some goddamn chandeliers and loving the shit, probably higher than old Sean Paul. Truly shocked isn't even a word I would use for the scenery, but that wouldn't stop me from getting out of there. "Catch him; he's going to ruin everything; he's not wearing a band!"

Like that, a siren went off, alarming everyone that I was in the building and didn't belong like an unwanted guest at a VIP block party. The fact that this stranger said that shit made me realize that he was the one who tried to chloroform my ass and made me genuinely realize there's no one in this state & I truly mean no one in the state, sees me as nothing more than an outsider. Whether it's north, south, east, or west, they can smell a stranger like the Wild West (The South), and as a New Yorker, I'm a long way from home. And no matter how hard I ran, it felt like I was falling further down the rabbit hole into hell. Every room looked more messed up than the last. However, one room was my saving grace. I went in and locked the door behind me, waited for a bit before turning on the lights, which were, of course, red, and turned around to get a look at the room, but I didn't even get it much of you before- 

Wack!! Just like that, A slap to the face with a fucking slapjack…

…Many things were hazy after I hit the floor, going in and out of consciousness after all…

"Oh fuck, you've got a big one." Hearing those words from the woman who had captured me made me want to move, but the fact that I was handcuffed to the bed naked made it possible for me so I let the darkness take me well hearing her following words, "Stay still and let momma do the work.", just like that I was her prey. Despite this woman wearing a mask made of granny panties, I recognized her just by her crooked teeth. She is a chubby woman who occasionally comes into my Food Lion, usually to my register or another. Still, I typically see her looking at me, which makes me curious. However, I didn't get the chance to ask why because I might have gotten my answer when she began slobbering on my cock as if she was trying to get to the center but could only taste the tip. I witnessed this until the darkness took me as if I were watching a slideshow. One more minute, she was trying to suck my black cock, slurping up and down the shaft, then she sucked my cock again, trying to get more in while jerking it the best she could as if her life depended on it. Finally, this woman put on a condom, which didn't take rocket science to know what she was planning to do next, "I was going to have some fun with someone else, but I think you will be more than I can handle." The moment she slipped my cock inside of her was the moment I could feel myself stretching her out inch by inch, "Oh shit, you're big!" Being praised for their beauty, men love being honored for their cock size, and mine was one of my assets. Despite going in and out of consciousness, I could still feel the sensation of her riding me and the different positions that she displayed while riding. Her pussy was so wet and gushy that it was hard for me to stay focused as the moments where I was going in and out of my consciousness were like changing the temperature from hot to cold. When I came back to my senses, I didn't know when this woman uncuffed me or when she slid a mask on my face, but when I realized that my hands were free, I grabbed this older woman's wide hips instinctively and began jackhammering her pussy like a feral beast. Call me an idiot for not trying to escape, but I was horny and needed relief that I hadn't gotten in so long. I may not be as strong as I used to be, but I had enough strength to grab a woman's hips and slam her down onto my cock like a machine since she had only been getting only half of it in. I don't know what it is about mature women's pussy; maybe it's because there had been more than just one guy in there, or it brings out the competitive side of me wanting to claim my territory.

Either way, you look at it. This is the first time in a while that I have gotten it in and had some fun. I've dealt with many mature women in my life, either emotionally or sexually, and couldn't have it both ways, but one thing for sure: hanging around old dogs had its benefits to teach a young pup tricks. This woman's weight isn't an issue. This woman looks not a problem; her scent is debatable, but the fact that she's moaning right now is a plus, especially if you can recognize when she's faking it. Some men can tell, while others can not. This woman was not faking it, and I doubt she would hold back her complaints in a place like this. "Fuck you feel so good; don't stop. Fuck me harder; please pound my pussy harder!!" I Loved it when a woman begged for something, but the way that she did it made my cock get a little more girth, so I obliged her request. I was looking to give this woman the ride of her life, and seeing her breasts that were slightly sagging bounds and her trying to close her eyes from how deep I was penetrating between her legs turned me on even more. Despite the room smelling like swamp grass, I had more problems to deal with: the condom was now broken, and it seemed it was too small and ripped the more we moved. I wanted to say something to get her to put on a different condo, but before I could, she leaned down and kissed me wildly with her tongue, leading to the two of us having a moment despite the age gap. Besides her crooked teeth and smell, I have to admit, this woman's tongue at work was good, and her pussy wasn't nasty either. It was good. So good, in fact, that—"Oh fuck I'm gonna cum." Hearing her say that before I could even get, a chance made me want to say something lewd in the heat of the moment. "If that's the case, take my spunk, you filthy slut." With a wicked smile on my face, she was confused until she realized what I meant, but it was far too late. I nearly lifted her off the bed when I shoved every last inch inside of her, which made her shiver while A warm sensation hit the deepest parts of her pussy. I didn't know what to say while trying to catch my breath, but the fact that she looked downcast made me uneasy. As she got up from my groin, her juices & my cum mixed began leaking out of her like melted pudding. Before I could try to plead my case in fear that she might do something like tease me or spray me with-

*Click* *Click* The sound of being freed from my shackles made me feel a little bit of relief knowing that she wasn't upset, but the moment I tried to take off this mask that was covering my eyes, nose, and neck this woman immediately jumped at me and held my arms tightly, "Don't ever take that mask off whenever you cross the red line." It felt like her nails were digging into my skin, showing how terrified she was with a hint of worry in her tone. "OK, I got it." But my words weren't good enough. "NO YOU DON'T GET IT DARLIN! I want you to swear that you will never remove your mask in front of anyone in the red line again!" I was going to say something, but she slapped me hard across the face to show me that she meant business, but when she was going to slap me once more, "Oh okay, okay, I won't take this mask off whenever I cross the red line ever again!" After saying that, she gave me a quick peck on the lips and tongue kissed me so that neither of us was mad anymore, and the vibe was brought back to life. "Now that we have that settled, we go by different names here, not real ones. They call me "Swamp Queen." You might need a name of your own, sugar; also, hold onto that mask and get yourself some more because, after tonight, all eyes will be on you from now on."

On the way she talked, I could tell there was so much more I was missing out on regarding this location. "Now that we have the small parts taken care of hand me your phone so I can keep in touch with you. You still have a lot to learn about this place." When Swamp Queen brought up my phone, I quickly remembered where I had placed it and what had happened. "Well, the thing is, I don't have a phone at the moment as I kind of shoved it into the throat of some guy who was trying to attack me." I tried to play it cool, but even Swamp Queen found what I did absurd, "Are you some type of killer or something?"