Gangster U.S.A. by Gomery Kimber

Author:Gomery Kimber [Kimber, Gomery]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Procursus Press
Published: 2024-09-27T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

‘Demona?’ said Stevie. ‘Why have you got a coyote in your living room?’

Stevie was sitting on the edge of his bed in the spare room at Demona Merchant Trench’s flat. The door was open, and so was the door to Demona’s bedroom, where she was preparing to walk.

‘Wiley?’ said Demona, amused. ‘Don’t you like him?’

Stevie frowned.

‘I’m not sure. He’s a bit weird. Are those dreamcatchers on the walls, as well? Aren’t they native American artefacts?’

Stevie could hear Demona getting dressed in the next room. There were sibilant sounds of satin and silk that made him terribly excited, so excited, in fact, that he’d completely forgotten about Kai telling him he was to be a pack animal. Stevie had a thing about women’s underwear. Aged nine or ten, when his mother was out of the house, he sometimes stole into her bedroom and tried on her panties.

‘Demona,’ he imagined saying. ‘I am a panty fetishist. Do you think you could give me a pair of your best panties, so that I can play with them, please?’

‘Demona,’ Stevie said. ‘This isn’t your place, is it? I mean, you didn’t choose the dreamcatchers and the stuffed coyote, did you?’

‘Didn’t I?’

‘No, they don’t match you.’

He heard Demona laughing. ‘You’re really clever, Stevie,’ she said, beguilingly. ‘This is my uncle’s place.’

‘Oh, your uncle’s place? Is he a native American?’

‘Of course he isn’t, he’s from Trinidad. He’s got this thing about native Americans, that’s all, their spirituality and what not.’

‘But where is he? I mean, I haven’t seen him. Is he hiding somewhere?’

‘You could say that. He’s in Atlanta someplace.’

‘Atlanta is in America. I’ve heard of Atlanta, although I can’t recall for the moment which state it’s in. Who’s he hiding from?’

‘You and your questions.’

‘Is he in jail?’

‘Why d’you ask that?’

‘Dunno, just occurred to me.’

‘Enough with the questions, honey.’

From the change in her tone of voice Stevie realised Demona was ready to walk. She’d explained that the video was for Insta not OF, but Stevie still didn’t know what that meant.

‘Coming, ready or not!’ he cried, and rushed to the door of Demona’s room with the video camera she’d given him.

‘Okay?’ she said.

Stevie gulped. ‘More than okay!’

‘Ready.’

‘And, action!’

Demona walked. She was wearing stockings and high heels, and a silk negligee that barely covered her curvaceous bottom. She walked provocatively away from the camera, arching her back and sticking out her rump, so that Stevie, trying his level best not to let the camera tremble in his damp grip, caught a glimpse of red-and-white thong.

‘Cut!’ cried Stevie, after Demona had held the final pose for four or five seconds.

‘I’ll try that again,’ said the mattress actress. ‘We’ll do it three times, three’s lucky.’

So Demona tried it again, and for a third time, and Stevie became so excited that he was giggling stupidly, and trying to hide an incipient erection, when fragrant Demona came and took the camera from him.

‘I think the second one’s best,’ he said, doubled over.

While Demona examined the footage, Stevie escaped into the

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