Sex and Violence in Hollywood (12 page)

“No offense, but that’s pretty hard to believe, Rain.”

“Believe whatever you want. Just tellin’ you what I know.”

“How do you know?”

“I noticed Mom never went up to the window to pay like everybody else. After my tonsils were taken out, I went in for a check-up. Dr. Petrie came into the examination room, said hi to me, then took my mother’s arm, and they were gone. Didn’t take long before I was bored, so I left the room and walked down the hall to the next door. It was another examination room. I went in and it looked empty at first, but someone was breathing heavy, y’know? Huffin’, puffin’, ready to pop off a big one. They were behind one of those folding dividers, but I could see their fuzzy shadows. She was on her knees and her head was bouncin’ like a ball. Up and down.”

Rain rested her head face-down between her knees. The room became deafeningly silent.

Maybe it was true. If it were, though—if Gwen had been married before and her husbands had died—Adam had heard only one side of it, and that from a bratty, unstable child. It did not mean Gwen had actually murdered them. Rain would probably tell him her mother had killed JonBenet Ramsey if it would get him on her side. Part of him felt sorry for her, though. Life was hard enough on its own without going through it with a you’re-either-for-me-or-against-me attitude toward everyone else on the planet.

Adam said, “Well, I like her.”

“Does that mean you’re not gonna help me kill her?” Rain asked.

“You’re crazy.” His erection had not gone away, and Adam was furious with his penis.

Rain lifted a bra from the floor on her toe. It dangled for a moment, then dropped. “You know what you need?”

“More manageable hair?”

“You need to go out with me tonight.”

“What would that accomplish? Besides a possible appearance on Cops.”

“Might accomplish more than you think. Might wake you up. Bring you back to life.”

“I’m not dead,” Adam said, standing.

She smiled. “Not yet.”

He stepped toward the door. “Thanks for the tour of your dwellings. I’m sure FEMA will be on it in no time.”

Rain bounced off the cedar chest, stepped in front of him. “Oh, no you don’t. I’ve been good long enough. Now I want to play.” She untied her belt and the robe fell open.

Adam looked at her for a moment. Small round breasts, smooth, tanned skin. His jeans got tighter between his legs. He grabbed the lapels of her robe and pulled it closed. “No. I told you that’s not going to happen again.”

Wearing a beautiful, sparkling smile, Rain reached into the right pocket of her robe and removed a Smith and Wesson LadySmith revolver, a snubnosed .38 Special with a scaled-down grip for the gun-totin’ lady’s smaller, more delicate hand. Touched the tip of the barrel to the little furrow beneath his nose and said, “Take off your clothes.”

Adam’s veins clenched. His blood flow diminished. His vision darkened and he was afraid he would pass out.

Rain laughed. “You look funny with your eyes crossed like that. Now take your fuckin’ clothes off, Big Brother.”

Deciding it was not an ideal time to remind Rain not to call him that, Adam took off his shirt and tossed it onto the cedar chest.

Rain said, “C’mon. Everything.”

“I...I can’t take my pants off standing up with...with that, um...that thing in my face. Gun, that gun.”

She stepped back, but still pointed the gun at him.

Adam did not want to take off his jeans. His penis remained erect, ignoring him, paying no attention to the adrenalin and fear. It seemed, however, that both of his testicles had hidden among the lobes of his lungs. He quickly removed shoes, jeans, boxers. Once free, his penis aimed slightly upward at Alyssa, prepared to return fire should she discharge her weapon.

“You’ve got such a friendly cock!” Rain said. “I like it when a cock remembers me.”

Sitting on the cedar chest to remove his socks, Adam was struck by something that should have been obvious immediately. He thought of everything that would happen to Rain if she shot him, whether she killed him or not. And he knew.

“You’re not going to shoot me,” he said. Suddenly, she looked ridiculous, standing there with her robe open, holding a gun. “That probably isn’t even loaded.”

“Wanna try me?” Rain asked. Her grin was joyous, but she frowned at the same time. It looked almost as if she were transforming into something else. Something not so pretty. The expression bled her face of its beauty. “Come on, you wanna fuckin’ find out if it’s loaded, Mr. Douglas?” She held the gun with both hands now.

Adam stood as he said, “You know damned well you’d get caught if you shot me, and you don’t do anything that might get you caught. You like to pretend you’re such a bad girl, hot shit, sooo tough, but not tough enough to steal so much as chewing gum if there’s a chance you could be caught.” He took his jeans from the floor, lifted a knee to put them on. “So there’s no way you’ll—”

The gunshot was not as loud as Adam had expected, but it was not quiet. He dropped the jeans, bent at the waist and covered his head with both arms as something broke behind him. He did not move for a while, just stood that way, arms over his head, staring at the floor. Rain laughed hysterically as her robe dropped around her bare feet. Ears ringing loudly, Adam craned his head around to look under his arm. Behind him, on top of the headboard of the guest bed, stood a ceramic clown holding three balloons on strings. The clown’s head was gone, and red, blue, and white bits of it were scattered over the oak finish. There was a tiny hole in the wall behind the bed.

Still laughing, Rain said, “Shit! That was too fuckin’ funny.”

Adam stood and lowered his arms slowly. The ringing in his ears continued, but the fear that had tensed his muscles turned to anger. “Funny?” he croaked. “You little shit, you could’ve killed me!”

“We’re not done yet.” She put the round tip of the gun’s barrel into Adam’s navel and moved it in tiny circles. “On the bed. On your back.”

He did as he was told, amazed and more than a little disturbed by his erection’s persistence. It throbbed in the face of death, leaked fluids at gunpoint. It knew exactly what it wanted and was not going away till it was satisfied. But Adam did not want to have sex with Rain, especially while she had a loaded gun in hand.

Once he was on the bed, she crawled spider-like toward him. Kept the gun on him at all times, finger curled loosely around the trigger, as she crawled up his body and straddled him. As she slid down his erection, Adam gasped and Rain said, “Don’t move. Just lay there, ’kay?”

Adam had no intention of moving. His eyes followed the gun everywhere. Winced whenever the metal touched his skin. With each position the gun took, Adam calculated where the bullet would enter his body.

Rain experimented, first moving up and down, then grinding in slow, hard circles against him. She smiled and breathed, “Oh, yeah,” and continued the movement for a while, eyes closed.

The side of the gun pressed against his chest as she leaned her weight on it for a moment. The bullet would have entered his head beneath his jaw, or maybe gone into his throat. She lifted the gun, and for a few seconds, had she fired, it would have pierced Adam’s heart.

Her body’s motion moved him within her. Adam felt the sensation all the way down his legs and up into his abdomen. Tried to ignore it as he watched the black, dead eye of the gun. It slid down over his belly, and Rain directed the short barrel into the small patch of fine, light hair between her thighs. Between the two small fleshy mounds beneath it.

Seconds passed before Adam realized Rain was rubbing the gun’s barrel over her clitoris as she moved on him. Masturbating with a loaded handgun. Tiny chips of ice tumbled through his veins and gooseflesh rose on the back of his neck.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do,” Rain whispered. As she spoke, her voice sometimes became a shaky whisper.

Adam’s eyes having assumed dinnerware proportions, he watched the gun move up and down through tightly-curled hair to which clung beads of moisture. Each time it moved downward, the barrel pressed against him just above the base of his penis. If Rain pulled the trigger, Adam hoped he would die instantly. Death would be preferable to life with maimed genitalia. Of course, Rain was more likely to shoot herself in the vagina. The way Adam saw it, that would not be his problem.

“You’re gonna help me kill Mom,” Rain went on. “But we’re gonna kill both of them. An extra bonus for you, Big Brother.” When she said “Big Brother,” she squeezed his penis hard inside her.

Adam gasped, his eyes rolled back in his head and closed. Inside, Rain was a soft, hot, wet fist with a steel grip. He forced his eyes open, looked down at the gun. Still there, poking him, black metal glistening. But something else, something new. Finger still on the trigger, Rain’s hand was developing a tremor. “Then we’ll be orphans, Big Brother,” she continued. “Just you and me. And their money.”

If he tried to speak, Adam knew he would sound like a choking goose. It was becoming difficult to pull his attention away from the waves of sensation passing through him. He trembled in spite of his efforts to remain rigid, unmoving.

“No arguments,” Rain whispered. “No bullshit. Otherwise...you know what happens.”

Adam wanted to tell her to shut up, but if he opened his mouth, he would cry out in pleasure.

“Don’t worry, Big Brother. We’re gonna be friends.” She moved to kiss him, but he turned his head away. “You’ll like me once you get to know me. And, we start tonight at ten.”

Rain squeezed him harder as she ground on him. A growl started deep in her chest. She slapped a hand onto the right side of Adam’s ribcage and dug her nails into his skin, as if to clutch the ribs beneath and hold on for the ride.

Adam cried, “Ow, Goddamnit!”

Rain did not hear him. She was lost in her orgasm, growling, clawing Adam’s flesh. She stopped the circular motion and began to pound herself onto him repeatedly. Her nipples became a blur as her breasts bounced. She moved the gun barrel faster over her clitoris and her chin jutted, revealing her lower teeth. Eyes snapped open wide as she screamed.

“Will you be quiet!” Adam said in a dry, broken voice. With Rain jumping up and down on him like an enraged monkey, Adam realized there was no chance he was not going to come. “Goddamnit, will you stop that!” he said raggedly when she clawed him again. He tried to move her hand, but felt something warm and slick on his skin. While Rain began to calm down, Adam looked down at himself. Blood was smeared over his ribs, on Rain’s hand and her left breast.

By the time Rain stopped moving on him, Adam’s penis was harder than ever and ready to explode. But she did not seem to be finished with him yet. Holding him inside her, she leaned forward and kissed him. Sucked his cheeks into his mouth so hard, the outline of his teeth became visible on his face.

Rain pulled off of his mouth, clamped her teeth on his neck and sucked hard.

A hickey, Adam thought, barely able to make out his thoughts among the thunderous throbs of his heart. She can’t give me a hickey! “No!” he shouted and pushed her away.

Rain’s mouth made a wet sucking sound when it pulled from his neck. She sat up a bit and smiled as she put the gun to his left temple. “Wanna fuck me on top. Big Brother? Let’s roll.” She rolled first, pulling him with her. He followed her clumsily and flopped onto her like a seal. She wrapped her legs around his waist and nudged his head with the gun. “C’mon, we don’t have all fuckin’ day,” she said.

He pushed himself off her slowly. “N-no, no, really, I-I’m fine, I really should go.” He stopped moving when she pressed the end of the barrel to his temple hard enough to hurt.

“You think I give a fuck about you?” she asked, voice raising. “I’m not finished yet. Now start fucking, or tell me where you want the bullet.”

Those last words—the bullet—made Adam’s throat constrict for a moment, and he felt a surge of nausea in his stomach. At that moment, he realized with relief that his erection was retreating. He was no good to her limp.

“Oh, fuck,” she said angrily. Inside, she squeezed him repeatedly, and within seconds he was hard again.

Adam raised himself up on his arms, out of breath with no exertion, sweating without heat. He slid in and out a few times, hard but half-hearted.

“Goddamnit!” Rain shouted, and on the word “dammit,” she slapped his face hard. It was almost as loud as the gunshot. “What the fuck’re you, a Hallmark card?”

One side of Adam’s face burst into invisible flames. He thought there was a chance she had knocked a molar loose. Suddenly angry again, he got on his knees, pulled her legs off him and pushed her knees back to her shoulders. He slammed into her hard and fast.

“Yeah...yeah,” Rain said. She reached out for his chest, fingers bent, nails searching for nipples. Adam slapped her hand away and thrust harder.

Something thunked onto the floor beside the bed, something heavy, and Adam turned his half-open eyes to the left. Rain’s right hand was empty. She had dropped the gun off the bed. Adam reached in that direction, but could not stop pounding into her.

Rain saw what he was doing and croaked, “No, no, wait.” She grabbed his reaching arm, dug in her nails.

That angered Adam enough to stop moving his hips and slide off her. All he could see on the floor were clothes, no gun. But it was there somewhere.