Surface Prey by John Lee Schneider

Author:John Lee Schneider [Schneider, John Lee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Severed Press
Published: 2019-05-27T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

“I’ve never been scared before,” the Surfer Dude said. Alex, who had been his supportive ear for most of the afternoon, stifled a yawn, forcing understanding from her drooping eyes; the Surfer Dude had started repeating himself fairly early on. She was, however, stuck with him until Mason returned from his ceremony on the beach. It was just the two of them on the yacht and Alex, taking advantage of the opportunity and the obvious physical chemistry, had fucked him almost right away, hoping he would simply shut up and fall asleep afterwards. No such luck.

Truth to tell, the fuck had actually served to open him up even more. The fuck had revealed to Alex a fundamental change that had occurred in the famous California Surfer Dude – perhaps a permanent one. He had fucked her for comfort, and had done so like a nervous teen-aged boy. There was no sense of masculine conquest, nor really even the good-natured gusto that Alex would have expected. Afterwards he clung to her and gushed like a sixteen year-old girl on the telephone.

Alex listened patiently - listening to men’s bullshit was what she mostly did for a living. Aside from the tedious chore of occasionally spreading her legs, she might as well have been a psychiatrist. This was true of most women in her line of work, particularly the smart ones, and Alex played the head-shrinker quite well. She stroked the Surfer Dude’s long blond locks, and her fingers were surely as soothing and soft as had been Delilah’s on Samson. Unlike Delilah, Alex felt no direct responsibility for the Surfer Dude’s ruin.

And ruin was truly what it was. This was never illustrated more clearly than the moment he took a lock of his own hair, tugging at it wearily. “I should cut it. I’m getting a little old to be walking around looking like David Lee Roth.”

“So is he,” Alex remarked. But she played with his tousled mop of hair, running her fingers through it deliciously. “Still,” she said, “it’d be a shame to lose all this. I can’t imagine the California Surfer Dude without his mop.”

The Surfer Dude didn’t smile. He breathed a heavy sigh. “Don’t call me that,” he said. “My name’s Mick. No one calls me that anymore. Not for years. I think my mother was the last one.”

Alex knew through Mason that the Surfer Dude’s mother had died when he was sixteen. If she had not known, he had supplied the information himself several times during the evening. Alex suppressed her own heavy sigh, blinking her eyes attentively.

Still, there was a certain poignancy as the Surfer Dude struggled to deal with the sudden change in himself. The Surfer Dude – Mick O’Brien – was the one contestant that stirred Alex’s own painful memories. In that way, they were kin. That might have been another reason she fucked him; it was something nice to do.

The Surfer Dude hadn’t been scared of anything, Alex thought, but Mick O’Brien was another story.

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