Page 13 of Unchained
The dick and nut disappeared, and I heard someone scurry from the stall. I should have been back in Miami.
Finishing my business and trying to erase the image of the small dick, I flushed and went out to the sink, staring at myself in the mirror. I looked like shit. “This is not fucking happening to me.”
“Are you okay?” The door eased open, and Darla stuck her head inside the bathroom.
“Someone just stuck their dick through a hole in the stall. No, I’m not okay. I need to get the fuck out of here.” I splashed water on my face and returned to the bar without Darla’s help. The girls were gone, and a guy sat at the bar. He glanced my way and gave me a gentle smirk. If I’d been sober, I would have kicked his ass all over the bar.
“I can get someone to drive you back to Veronica’s.” Darla moved behind the bar, and I shook my head.
“I can walk.” And I did. I left the bar and headed back the way I came, noticing several people stopping to watch me. I didn’t get the sense they were tourists either. They were locals. They knew Veronica had a new guy in town, and they wanted to see what he was all about. A police cruiser drove by, and as it did, the cop inside glared at me. I needed to get the fuck off that rock and back to Miami.
My phone buzzed, and I took a seat on a bench in front of an ice cream shop. Veronica’s face appeared on the screen. “How the hell did you program my phone?” I asked.
Veronica laughed. “I had a little fun while you slept last night.” She laughed again, and when she did, I got the first splinter of a headache pressing against my temples.
“I hear you’re hosting a welcoming party this evening.” I pulled the flyer from my back pocket and scanned it again. “At a place called the Dungeon.”
“I am. It will be quite the party. You’re welcome to come if you survive the two visitors who should be stopping by soon.”
“Fuck, I forgot about that.” I stole a glance at the time. “I need to get moving.”
“No hurry. They have a key to the place.”
Fucking unreal. “I’ll see you tonight.” I ended the call and sat there a little longer, watching a store owner across the street, boarding up his windows. I would have been better off getting shot the previous night.
“Mind if I sit with you?”
I looked up at the older gentleman and then scooted to the end of the bench. “No, go right ahead.
He sat about two feet away, stretched out his legs, and crossed them at the ankles. He had on black socks and brown sandals. His Bermuda shorts reached past his knees, and his white shirt needed a good spin in the dryer. “Been down here since 1970.” He tucked his hands behind his head and clasped his fingers together. “Seen a little bit of everything.”
“Guess you’ve seen a hurricane or two.” I didn’t know what else to say to the man.
“Yeah, but hurricanes aren’t the worst thing to come through the Keys. Not at all.” His head seemed to rotate on a swivel as he looked at me. “You Veronica’s new man?”
“I wouldn’t say I’m her man. She helped me out of a jam, and I just sort of followed along for a short vacation.”
“Yeah, that’s about what the last one said.” He patted me on the leg with his liver-spotted hand. “Like I said, young man, hurricanes aren’t the worst thing to come through this area.” He stood and walked past me a bit before turning. “I know you can’t go anywhere with Sadie bearing down on us, but you better be careful. It’s no accident that you’re down here.” He walked away whistling, his hands clasped behind his back, his head turning every so often to look in storefronts.
“Okay, what the hell just happened?” I pressed my fingers against my temples and continued my walk to Veronica’s, stopping halfway there at a drug store for ibuprofen and a bottle of water. As hard as it was to say, I was beginning to dread seeing the two girls Veronica had arranged for a sleepover. I was tired of surprises.
“Need a lift?”
I looked up to see a police cruiser next to the curb, the officer the same one who had glared at me earlier. “I’m good, thank you, though.”
“You been drinking?” He stepped from his car and joined me on the sidewalk. I showed him the ibuprofen and then took another drink of water. The sun was a bitch on the back of my neck. The radio on his shoulder buzzed, and a call came in for an accident on A1A. “You should go on back to Veronica’s. It’s safer than walking around out here with a buzz.”
“Thanks, I’ll do that.” I walked away before he returned to his cruiser. I knew my rights, but I also knew I was over the legal limits. Luckily, he went on about his business, and I went on up the road.
A couple of blocks from Veronica’s house, I was approached by two women, both wearing bikinis, their breasts nice and round. As they drew closer, I had to do a double-take.
“Going the wrong direction,” the blonde said. I glanced again at the small bulge in her bikini bottom. “Eyes up here, handsome.”
The brunette, with a similar bulge, moved behind me. She put her hands on my shoulders and gently squeezed, rubbing seductively.
“You have names?” I worked hard not to glance at the blonde’s crotch.
“Summer.” The blonde twirled her hair. “And you?”
