Noah Cicero - The Collected Works of Noah Cicero Vol. I

I sat down on the floor and looked at her.

She was crying.

She stood up and then lay down on the floor.

Her face had a look of serenity and peace.

It was weird.

She lay like that for ten minutes.

Not talking.

Just lying there still and relaxed.

She eventually came out of it.

Billy Jean said, “Pain is like a drug. It takes you away. It reminds you that you’re human, but at the same time makes you an object. No one can tell when you’re in pain either, you might be the one hitting me, and I’m making noise. But you don’t know if I’m in pain. Physical pain is a secret. You can only take someone else’s word on it. You can’t graph or do surveys on physical pain. It is the only thing that is left immeasurable. Physical pain also forces you to recognize that you exist. That you are on a rock, in an indifferent scary universe. And there is nothing metaphysical about that. It is real. When a person screams in pain, the actual pain is only half the noise they make. The other half is the terror at being forced to accept that they exist. All physical pain reminds a person of their own death also, they know even when they get a paper cut that someday some other part of their body is going to get hurt or give out like carburetors or axles do and their body and existence will come to a halting nothingness.”

Billy Jean was sexy.

That was for sure.

She looked at me and said, “Slap me in the face.”

I didn’t know about slapping her in the face. I was afraid I might hurt her.

“Please slap me in the face, hard, so I’ll cry. I wanna cry for like fifteen minutes.”

She lay on the floor and I got on top of her and inserted my dick.

I began pumping her.

I touched both sides of her face with my hands.

Caressed her cheeks and bit her lips.

Billy Jean closed her eyes.

I picked my right hand off her face and SLAP!

Her whole body shook.

I kept pumping her.

Slowly.

SLAP!

“Harder,” she said.

SLAP with the left hand!

“Harder!”

“SLAP!

She opened her mouth and screamed and cried.

She couldn’t speak in words anymore.

I could tell she didn’t want me to talk.

She wanted to pretend the pain was coming from nowhere.

That the pain was just there.

That it was just put into her.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

Tears!

Screams!

Horror!

Fear!

Relentless, unbearable fear!

Screams!

Her whole body shaking!

Convulsing!

Horror!

Tears!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

More tears!

Sobbing!

Howling!

Bawling!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

Then I got the urge to spit on her face.

I don’t know why, maybe she would like it.

Maybe I wanted to play dirty white trash man.

Maybe that is what it was all about, pretending we were normal white trash.

I spit on her face.

She smiled through the tears and screams.

I spit again.

Then SLAP!

I spit.

Her face was soon red and covered with sweat, tears, slobber, and saliva.

I pulled out, crawled on top of her, and blew my load on her face.

Now it was covered with sweat, tears, saliva, and cum.

I lay beside her on the floor.

She rubbed it all together, all over her face.

It was like a Pollock painting of human excrement on her face. All she needed was piss, vomit, and some shit to make it complete.

It was beautiful and would sell for thousands.

*

One night we went to that strip joint I used to go to.

We went in and sat down at the bar.

One dancer’s name was Pixie.

She was a beautiful mixed female.

She had a huge round ass and a sweet smile.

Pixie came over to us and sat down.

“Who’s this?” Pixie asked.

“This is Billy Jean.”

Pixie looked her over and said, “She’s cute.”

Then Pixie gave Billy Jean a dance.

Billy Jean was wearing a short skirt with little panties.

Pixie pushed the skirt up and rubbed her huge round ass all over Billy Jean’s crotch and thighs.

Billy Jean smiled.

Billy Jean liked it.

I liked it too.

I got a hard-on watching.

The dance was over and Pixie found someone else to dance for.

I asked Billy Jean, “So how was it, did you like it?”

She looked at me with a dirty smile and said, “Pixie licked my pussy.”

“She licked your pussy? She never licked my dick.”

“Yeah, girls get special treatment.”

Then another dancer came over. Her name was Candy.

She was into hardcore music and tattoos.

Candy was very rough and almost violent at times.

Her dances were so rough, customers fell off their seats at times.

She came over and sat next to Billy Jean, asked for her name and talked about hardcore music.

Billy Jean liked some hardcore music, so they got along well.

I just sat there and watched.

It seemed that the dancers really liked it when there was a female there.

Billy Jean offered to buy Candy a shot.

Candy accepted.

Billy Jean and Candy were both given shots of whiskey.

They both drank them down.

Then Candy offered to give Billy Jean a dance.

Billy Jean said, “Yes, please.” With a sense of urgency.

Candy started the dance.

It was a rough and powerful dance.

Billy Jean’s skirt was hiked up to her crotch again.

Then Candy started making out with Billy Jean.

It was violent.

Billy Jean was a very strong and domineering person but Candy took full control of her.

And Billy Jean allowed it.

She was very turned on by females who weren’t afraid of sexuality.

I watched and got very hard.

The dance was over and Billy Jean said, “Give me another one.”

So Candy danced again for Billy Jean.

Billy Jean knew what was coming so she knew how to behave.

She groped Candy all over, as did Candy with her.

Billy Jean grabbed her butt.

Put Candy’s nipples in her mouth.

Ran her hand over Candy’s pussy.

Candy took Billy Jean’s titties out of her shirt.

Licked them.

Sucked them.

Fondled them.

When the dance ended, I asked for one.

Candy came over to me and rubbed her butt on my crotch.

I groped her butt.

She wrapped her fingers around my dick and jacked me off through my pants.

It was a wild time.

The dances were over and we were out of money.

So we went home.

On the way home Billy Jean said, “I think I would like to work there.”

“Are you serious?”

“Fuck yeah. It looks like they have a good time in there. And I can totally make more money there than I can working at the toy store as an asinine cashier.”

“Right about that one,” I said.

“You think I should?”

“Fuck yeah, sounds like a great occupation for a person with your tastes and boundless sexual energy.”

And there it was, an authentic choice by one strange human being named Billy Jean.

*

One boring day Billy Jean and I were lying on the floor naked.

There was nothing to do.

The day looked like it would be unfruitful.

Billy Jean started telling me how her sister urinates during sex on accident.

So I asked her, “Would you urinate on me during sex.”

“Yeah, that sounds wonderful.”

“Where should we have it? It might stink.”

“Upstairs, we never go up there,” said Billy Jean.

“All right, go get some towels and I’ll meet you upstairs.”

She got some towels and I went upstairs.

Billy Jean came up and put the towels on the floor.

She pointed to the floor and said, “Lie down on your back.”

I did.

I lay down on my back and she straddled me and inserted my dick.