CABLE READY TECHNO SLUT
Nadia Davis was intimidated by the computer repair serviceman the moment she opened the door.
Although they appeared to be about the same age at thirty, his toothy, cocksure grin gave him the air of an arrogant teenager. When he saw her in the doorway he boldly traced his eyes up and down her body before identifying himself.
"Vincent Grifter – Nerd Herd Computer Repair. You can call me Vince." Their eyes met and he gave her a not so subtle wink.
He was stocky and somewhat portly with a clean shaven baby face, his greasy darkish brown hair conspicuously combed over his balding scalp. He looked like any number of repairmen on the job, not a murderer or rapist, yet Nadia was instantly unnerved by his presence, maybe because despite being a reasonably attractive young woman she was not used to men eying her with unabashed boldness.
"You called for...service, right?" he asked, his grin growing even wider.
The sexual innuendo seemed to drip from the word "service" but she could not turn him away without a rational explanation, as that would most likely lead to a confrontation, and Nadia Davis was not a confrontational woman by any means, so she put on her best smile and let him inside.
As she escorted him through the spacious foyer to the living room arch she had a sinking feeling that his blunt swagger was just a front for a more dubious disposition.
He tailed behind her much too closely.
Practically looking over her from behind Vince said, "this is a real lovely home you got here Mrs. Davis, it's got a real, uh, homely feel to it."
"Thank you," she said flatly.
The living room was a veritable shrine to the melancholic with muted funeral colors for the flowered wallpaper and an equally unattractive Persian carpet. Heavy old fashioned furniture rested on clawed feet in the center of the room while a great old oak credenza stood next to ash gray drapes which looked as heavy as lead.
Nadia had lived in the house since she was three, and during all that time she had lived under the iron rule of her aunt Viola and her alcoholic "sugar daddy" Lenny. While Lenny had passed away while she was fifteen, the pain of his abuse still haunted Nadia. Hers had not been a pleasant childhood or even life at all. Aunt Viola had died just one year ago but even still she felt oppressed by her bitter aunt as if her spirit still stalked the stifling halls of her home.
Vince gazed around the living room in a sort of bemusement and said, "this furniture, this style, it ain't you. A pretty lady like you should have some décor that reflects her beauty, not something that looks like a maidens quarters."
Nadia did not know which was more surprising, the fact that her so called repairman was giving her home decorating advice or the fact that he had called her pretty. No man had ever called her pretty.
Except for Lenny that is.
Even at thirty years old Nadia still wore the clothes that her aunt had brought for her – drab, shapeless dresses and blouses that would conceal the graceful curves of her hips and cleavage. She wore her hair in an unstylized, limp ponytail tied away from her mahogany acne scarred face and a pair of thick tortoise shell glasses rested on a nose that was too small for her face. She looked utterly and perfectly unremarkable.
She looked like a dingy mouse.
"Girl you're nothing but a plain ol' church mouse," aunt Viola had often said. "Not an ounce of spunk in you. No man'll ever want you for who you are so just keep your head down and accept whatever life gives you because I'm telling you, a vulnerable girl like you is just another victim out in them streets!"
If Nadia was just a plain ol' mouse, then a grinning Cheshire Cat was prowling inside of her home.
"The computer is upstairs," she said, eager to tear away from him gaze.
She led him up the flight of stairs and into her bedroom. Despite the less then spacious size of her room it was crammed with books upon books that were only approved by aunt Viola. Books were only permitted because they were educational and they offered a simple, non pervasive means of escapism. In fact, the computer, which was stashed in the corner of the room where a bookcase had once been, had only been purchased after her aunt had died because she would never trust Nadia with such technology.
"What's wrong with the computer?" Vince asked.
"The power button won't work, and the green light in the back won't come on."
He pulled the tower away from the wall and unplugged it. He then plugged in a small portable lamp and studied the back of the tower.
"You spend a lot of time on the internet?" He asked as he unscrewed the dust cover from the tower.
"No, not really." Nadia said.
"I finally got around to getting one of those Facebooks, you got one?"
"No, I- uh, don't have one."
"Aww you gotta get with the times! Everyone's plugged in now, nothing but status updates and Tweets, you can even find every single last one of these books you got here online. You can find just about anything online now, lotta dark corners of the Net, some things you'll wish you never find."
"I've got some things to do in the kitchen," she said nervously. "Let me know when you're finished."
She left her bedroom and went down the stairs through the swinging doors into the kitchen.
She was trembling like a leaf. She loathed herself for her vulnerability but she could not help what she was.
A weak little mouse.
For a moment she just stood by the sink, trying her best to calm her frayed nerves. She decided to wash the dishes, the task would keep her shaking hands occupied and help keep her mind off of Vince's suggestive actions.
She got dishwashing liquid and a brillo rag and began to sort the dirty dishes and soon her tension was soothed by the banal domestic activity.
A man clearing his throat behind her nearly made her jump out of her skin. She whipped around to find Vince leaning against the kitchen door frame. She must not have hid her surprise very well as Vince grinned from ear to ear, his arms folded across his chest imposingly.
"Oh...y-you startled me." Nadia said.
"Me!?" He said, feigning innocence with raised hands and fixing her with his sleazy grin. "I didn't mean to sweetheart, I'm sorry, all I wanted was a cup of water. What did you think I...wanted to do?"
He was so damned cocky, so smart mouthed and so subtly aggressive. She wanted to tell him off, tell him to get back the job she was paying him for, but she was afraid of what would happen after that. Acknowledging his sexual pretentiousness would more than likely encourage rather than dissuade him.
So Nadia dried her hands, took a dry glass from the cupboard and ran the cold tap.
"Think I can get some ice, it's kinda stuffy up there you know."
Nadia inwardly sighed and scooped a ladle full of crushed ice into the glass. When she turned to hand it to him he was already in the kitchen, so close that she bumped into him, the water sloshing over the side and spilling onto his brown work shirt.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Nadia blabbered. She handed him the glass with two hands like a maid serving her master and slightly shuddered when he took the glass, his fingers sliding seductively across hers.
"Aww look at that, you got me all wet." He stared at her with unrelenting voracity, like the grin of a shark.
She broke away from his penetrating gaze and tore a couple of paper towels from the sink dispenser. For a moment Vince spread his arms and puffed his chest out as if her actually expected her to swab the water from his shirt. He did have nice pecs however, which bulged from his workshirt...they looked so firm to the touch...
Vince took the napkins from Nadia's limp hand. She stared at the linoleum kitchen floor, her cheeks burning like hot coals.
"Is...the computer fixed yet?" She asked meekly.
He tried to hand her the damp paper towels but as she reached for them they slid almost purposefully from his grasp onto the tile floors.
"Oops. How clumsy of me." Vince sneered.
As soon as she stooped to pick up the towels she realized that she had made a mistake because Vince didn't move, instead he loomed over her in a position of pure, unadulterated sexual symbolism. She popped up as fast as she could but it was too late as his grin had broadened even further.
Flustered beyond belief Nadia threw the towels into the trash can. Vince gulped down his water in three large gulps and handed the glass back to her.
"Damn that hit the spot." He said, wiping his mouth. He stood there, his grin unwavering and eyes roving up and down her body.
If he touches me I'll scream. Nadia thought frantically. However, she lived alone, there was no one to hear her.
I'll kick him, scratch him, I'll fight back.
But all Nadia did was give him her most painfully obvious smile and returned to the sink to finish the dishes.
This time he did not press needlessly close behind her.
"Guess I'll get back to work then, thanks again for the water." He said.
"You're welcome," She replied and began to hum to herself as she returned to her work.
Without another word he exited the kitchen through the swinging doors, leaving Nadia with a small, albeit hollow taste of victory. Her self congratulatory mood lasted about fifteen minutes, during which time she finished up the dishes, polished the hardwood kitchen table and counter tops and took out the trash. Vince finally returned to tell her that her computer was fixed and to give her the bill, his "charm" once again in full force as he undressed her with his eyes
She thought the bill was a little too high but she did not want to challenge him when he was so close to leaving. As she sat at the kitchen table to write the check he pulled the same tired tactic of standing much too close to her, so close that his crotch rubbed ever so slightly against her arm, so close that her could have easily yanked her by her ponytail, exposing the soft flesh of her throat...
Nadia led him through the living room without incident to the front door. She was relieved, almost giddy, to finally get this menacing cat out of her burrow. He hesitated right at the door however and once again fixed her with his lopsided grin.
"Hey, what's your husband do for a living?"
The question took her by surprise as his curiosity seemed suspiciously inappropriate. She almost told him that she was not married but that would have more than likely opened the floodgate for any more harassment if he knew she stayed in the house all alone. Instead she answered him with the first lie that popped into her head.
"Oh, he's a...cop."
"Really? Right here in Chicago?"
"Hmm, nice place for a policeman. I bet he's working the beat right now ain't he?"
Nadia forced a laugh and gave him a smile that was more of a grimace. "Yeah...duty calls."
"Well," he said, "he's a lucky man to have a beautiful wife like you. If you have any other problems or questions about the computer feel free to give me a call – you can call me on my cell, it's always on."
He gave her one last wink and went down the walk to the street where his car was parked.
She closed the door and slunk back into her gloomy living room. Though he was out of her home she could not shake his presence that seemed to crawl under her skin. She made sure the front door was securely closed and locked.
Just in case
Later that night Nadia sat glued to her now fixed computer, its pale electric blue light spilling ghastly shadows across her tiny bedroom. When Viola had still been alive, Nadia suffered through years of unannounced check ins as the doors had no locks to keep her lurking aunt out. When caught day dreaming or worse, pleasuring herself, Viola would admonish her with her sharp tongue and even sharper belt. This intrusion went on even until the final week of aunt Viola's life.
Even now Nadia still half expected her aunt to throw open her door and charge into the room like a dutiful warden prowling the corridors of his prison and when the house would groan and settle she cast nervous glances over her shoulder at the door but it didn't budge.
After some menial web browsing Nadia decided to check her Facebook. While she didn't have many friends on there (or in reality) she found a simple joy in being connected with others and just observing, as she was far too dull to be the center of attention even online.
She logged on and was surprised to see that she had a friend request. Her curiosity getting the better of her she clicked the icon and her heart sank like a stone when she saw who sent it.
She stared at his profile picture, her hands beginning to tremble. He wore a blue Cubs cap over his comb over but still possessed the smarmy grin on his face and mischievous glint in his eyes. She clicked his name, Vince HandyMan Grifter and scanned his profile page, nothing but skulls and guns and other topics and pictures that just oozed machismo but when she checked his friends list she was taken aback by how many beautiful women he had on there.
Nadia bit her lower lip, the sinking feeling that she had misinterpreted everything Vince had said and done gnawing at her. Although his personality was much too headstrong, he was a physically attractive man, one who could have his pick of any of the beautiful women on his page. Surely he could not have been making sexual advances towards a drudgy little mouse like herself.
Not toward her.
Maybe he was just being polite, yes that was it, he wanted to brighten up the day of a dreary young maiden with some kind words and innocent flirtations, that was all. In fact the more Nadia thought about it the more she believed that she had misjudged the poor man. She was about to accept his friend request when the instant messenger window popped up on her screen. She did not have to guess who it was as he had the same picture and when she read his words all of the blood drained from her face.
Griftman69: I thought you said you didn't have a Facebook?
Nadia was thankful for the electronic barrier because she knew if Vince could see her she would stutter and babble and know that she had been caught in a blatant lie and he would just grin, his teeth as menacing as a predator. She replied back to him the only way she knew how.
GoddessBunny84: I'm sorry, I meant that I don't use my account often, but you found me anyway.
Griftman69: I found you, but you wanna know who I didn't find? Your husband, the Chicago P.D. never heard of him. Isn't that funny?
Nadia began to tremble, her nerves once again betraying her. With fingers that felt far too distant she pecked away her response.
GoddessBunny84: What do you want?
A pregnant pause emanated from his end, whether unintentional or making her wait as his own twisted form of domination she did not know.
Griftman69: All I want is a little truth, that's not too much to ask. You aren't even married are you?
Nadia sighed. The cats out of the bag now.
Griftman69: I don't see why not, you're very pretty. I was never into black chicks but when I first saw you I couldn't get you out of my head, your glossy hair, your warm, deep eyes, so sexy Nadia
Nadia sat, paralyzed by his words and unable to tear her eyes from the screen. She wanted to tell him that she was not pretty, that she was just a plain, ugly little mouse without a single redeemable quality but she said nothing as Vincent continued.
Griftman69: I read your online history after I fixed the computer. I'm sorry but I couldn't help myself, I wanted just a little peek at who you are and I want to help you. Will you let me help you?
Nadia felt as if she were going to shake herself into little pieces but she composed her fingers long enough to type a response.
BunnyGoddess84: What did you see?
Griftman69: The real question is why are you looking up rape fantasies and father – daughter roleplay? Did daddy love you a little too much growing up?
Nadia hanged her head in shame, not because she was caught indulging in taboo fantasies but rather the way she was beginning to feel, the way her breathing came out in shallow burst, the way her heart seemed to flutter with a restless compulsion, and the way her breast stiffened under her night gown, her nipples as pointed and dark as little Hershey's Kisses.
It was the way Lenny always made her feel.
Griftman69: I can be your daddy. I would never hurt my precious little girl.
All of Nadia's pain and shame gave way to a burning lust so intoxicating it threatened to consume her from the inside. She clinched her legs together in an attempt to stop the whispering tingle that tickled between her thighs but it was no use, and then her legs were spread, her panties pushed aside and her fingers started to explore and caress and probe.
She thought of Lenny, of the way she would make love to his throbbing man hood with her mouth until he would climax over her tiny, pre pubescent face. She could remember the taste of his tongue, all spiced couvasier and brimstone as it snaked within her mouth and traveled across her body and Nadia was gripped by a sudden urge to have a man inside of her. In her mind's eye Lenny's face morphed and twisted into the sneering grin of Vincent Grifter and suddenly it wasn't enough, she wanted, needed, to go deeper.
Sweating and panting like an animal Nadia crept from her seat and searched beneath her bed until she found what she was looking for. The hammer was her special little toy that she had 'borrowed' from Lenny's toolbox after he had died and while it hurt her every time she had used it, it was a comfortable, familiar pain.
She sat back at the computer and saw that Vince had sent her another message.
Griftman69: Do you want me to be your daddy?
Nadia pecked away a reply with fingers that felt far too distant and numb.
BunnyGoddess84: Yes daddy
Griftman69: I should've took you when I had the chance, I knew you wanted it girl. I should have threw you down ripped off your clothes and fucked you right then and there. Would you have liked that?
Nadia's mouth was as dry as cotton and her heart fluttered like some small, wounded animal.
BunnyGoddess84: I would have loved that daddy
There was a subtle whisper of the floorboards right outside her door.
There's no one there. I'm all alone just like I've always been.
Griftman69: I'm going to teach you how to be daddies little cockslut. I hope you're ready!
The whisper she thought she heard became a deafening crash as her bedroom door burst open and a dark figure lurched into her room. Still clutching the hammer, Nadia screamed in pure bloody murder and swung the hammer towards the looming figures face. She kept swinging as the figure fell to the floor in a heap and did not stop even as the face became a bloody and raw slab of beef.
The hammer rose and fell and she imagined she was bludgeoning her aunt Viola to death, the hammer rose and fell and the battered and broken face became that of Lenny. Finally, through the grotesque confusion of skull and brain matter she swore she could make out a smarmy grin undulating the raw lips and Nadia Davis laughed hysterically because for the first time in her life it felt exquisitely sublime to not be the victim for once in her miserable existence.
Oh my fucking God! Oh my fucking God! This is so fun!
Author's note: This story hurt me to write... :(