Lust Demented

{XXXIX}

HOPPING ONTO THE MOPED, KURONEKO pulled up the back of her reformatory school skirt to flash me a little fur.

“Forget something?” I tied and twisted the leather strap of the overloaded bag around my arm several times, settling in behind her.

“Don’t worry Farrow I won’t be the only naked pussy on the road.” The bike kicked as we blasted out of the alley, her skirt fluttering up and down, teasing the cars beside us with the powder white lines of her thighs. From what I understood the plan was to wave the money in front of Hawaii’s nose until she gave up Missy’s location. Nobody said much about it. It was hard to believe the girls would risk losing that kind of money, but Kiko was calling the shots and by some crazy fortune: I fell into her palm

Streaks of reckless acceleration through the sunshower, Kuroneko took her hands from the handlebars one at a time, grabbing mine, and sliding them below her skirt. Her hips were familiar territory.

“Hold my purse. Don’t let go.” Kuroneko slid a little, repositioning and I squeezed tight enough to make her body jerk.

“Find some honesty in the world you created.” Kuroneko leaned back on me as Queensboro Plaza closed in on us.

“If money was my thing…” Rusty limbs on the scratch paper sky.

“If money was your thing you could take off running.”

“But I won’t.”

“And that’s why I suspect you’re a slow runner.”

“Farrow something’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“I mean with my body. I can’t stop coming.” Missy was crying and laughing at the same time. “It feels good, but I’m scared. I’m scared to feel so good.”

Voodoo drums in the rainforest, the wheels were still spinning when I hopped off the moped. I could hear Kuroneko quickly pull over and drop the bike. I didn’t look back, but an image of her stressed out greedy face cracked me up as I sprinted up the stairs leading to the elevated station. The crowd got thick in the tunnel bridge. No room to run. Kuroneko blatantly tugged at the bag like a gypsy pickpocket in front of a tour bus. We moved prehistoric, mostly with shoulders and hips. Way beyond the imagination of the everyday suckers caught up in their daily struggle, they were all getting smacked with a million in cash without knowing it.