Saturday, August 1, 2009

Dealer's Deck of Death

Dealer's Deck of Death
By Scott Wilson
Word Count: 626
It looked like an ordinary deck of playing cards with an ordinary blue-checkered pattern on the back and various comical cartoon pictures in the centre of the symbols on the playing side. Tommy flicked through them slowly, taking time at each turn to study each. Only thirty-six cards remained in the deck, because Tommy used the others over the month since finding them under the desk at university.
Tommy stopped at the nine of hearts. The caricature was a young red haired lady, dressed in a knee-high pair of snakeskin boots, short denim skirt that barely covered her black lace g-string, a checkered red sleeveless cowgirl shirt and a black R M Williams hat.
"Are you anything like your sister, the two of hearts?" he said softly.
The picture winked at him and blew him a kiss.
Tommy put the rest of the cards back in the packet, carefully slid them into the pocket of his jeans, slid then kissed the nine of hearts before placing it into his shirt pocket. He hopped up and walked towards the toilets at the back of the refectory.
"Okay honey," he said to the card once comfortably sitting in the cubicle at the end of the toilets. "Let's see what you can do."
Tommy flicked his wrist, tossing the playing card high in the air. It reached the top of the cubicle, and then disappeared with a wet popping sound. Tommy eagerly opened the cubicle door eagerly and was disappointed to see an empty bathroom. He felt a warm hand caress the back of his neck.
"Hey big boy," said a seductive and husky voice behind him.
Tommy turned slowly. The gorgeous girl from the deck was leaning against the door of the cubicle. She beckoned him back to the piss smelling stall, wishing that the cards from the university grounds. He'd use them all in his bedroom rather than a stinking public toilet if he had the choice.
Tommy closed the door behind him, grinning deviously as the red head slowly unbuttoned her shirt. She wore no bra. Her voluptuous breast burst out when the last button was released. She pulled his head towards her chest, rubbing her breasts again his face with both hands.
"Oh yeah, that's it," she said.
Tommy kissed her nipples and gently played with them tongue. Before he found the deck of cards, he was a virgin. But, what was he now?
Tommy felt her press her large breasts firmly against the sides of his head. It felt nice, until the pressure kept closing in around his head. He couldn't breathe and blacked out.
When Tommy came to, he smelt a waxy, musky odor and did not know where he was. He heard voices in the distance, but could not feel anything, he could not move. He could not move. He tried to yell, but no words came out. After a period of time that Tommy could not determine, he felt as though something lifted him up. Light filled his eyes, blinding him for a second until they had time to adjust. He looked around, but could only see straight ahead, he couldn't turn his head.
"Hello, big boy," a familiar voice said.
Tommy saw the nine of hearts looking down at him, like she were a giant, or he were an ant.
Tommy saw a suddenly inflated nine of hearts looking down on him.
He felt himself rising up quickly. A giant pair of lips pressed against his face, almost smothering him in their soft, moist embrace.
The smiling vixen took the nine of hearts away from her lips and placed in back on the table next to the other thirty-five cards evenly spread out.


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