Girl Gone Wild part 8 (A Lenny Parker serial)
by Jochem Vandersteen
I stormed into
the motel, right at the reception desk. There was a lanky guy smoking a
cigarette behind it. He was reading an X-men comic book.
“The old guy and
the young girl coming in, which room are they in?” I asked him.
He looked up
from his comic, cigarette dangling from his lips. “Why should I fucking tell
you that?”
I slammed a
meaty fist on the desk. “Because if you don’t tell me you’re going to be an
accessory to a crime. That girl is clearly underage and you know it.”
“Huh? So what?”
“Don’t fuck with
me, boy. I know they didn’t act like a father and his daughter. Tell me where
they are and hand me the damn key.”
“Who the fuck
are you anyway?”
I flashed him a
badge I’d picked up at Toys-R-Us. I put it away before he could see it was as
fake as a porn star’s boobs. “Detective Munch. Vice. Now give me that key or I
put the fucking cuffs on you.”
“Jeez, alright
man! Don’t get your fucking panties in a bunch, alright?” He handed me a
keycard. “Room 203.”
I took it from
him and walked off. I walked back and pointed at the comic he was holding.
“Forget about that Scott Lobdell stuff. Claremont was the guy who wrote the
real good issues.”
“Uh. Right.”
I couldn’t help
but chuckle a bit, walking to room 203. That plan worked out just perfectly.
Playing poker with the other roadies night after night taught me to bluff
pretty well it seemed.
I inserted the
keycard and opened the door. Beck stormed towards me, a bottle of whiskey was
swinging above his head, held in his right hand. He was naked aside from a pair
of boxer shorts. Melinda, dressed in just red panties. Her breasts were small
and full of freckles. Her hips were practically non-existent. She was nowhere
near a woman and it made clear to me again why I was so eager to put an end to
this. She was screaming.
Beck had been
expecting me. That damned receptionist had called him I was coming. Guess the
bluff didn’t work as well as I’d hoped.
The bottle
smashed against the door behind me. I was lucky as hell to duck away from it,
that could have been my head.
I pushed him.
I’m not much of a fighter, but dragging around amplifiers every night is sure
to add some muscle to your fat, so Beck landed on his ass.
“Get away from
him, you monster!” Melinda screamed. “Get out!”
“Not yet,” I
said and grabbed my phone. Quickly I snapped a few pictures of Melinda in her
undies and Beck in his shorts. That should show her dad what was going on.
Beck stood up
and went for my phone. I bumped my hip against him, keeping him away from my
phone long enough to send the pictures to Mikey’s phone.
Beck went for
the phone again. “You sonofabitch! Those pictures will ruin me!”
“That’s the
idea,” I told him. Then his fist connected against my chin. I went woozy and
fell flat on my ass.
He kicked me
against the head. It hurt like hell and I went down on my belly. He kicked me
again, this time in the ribs.
“I’m going to
kill you!” he shouted.
“No, don’t kill
him, sweetie! You’ll go to jail.”
“And they won’t
like him in there,” a different voice said. I could hear a slap of skin against
skin and I saw Beck fall against the coffee table in the middle of the room.
I managed to sit
up on my knees and saw Mikey and Mohawk had entered the room. Mohawk was
nursing bruised knuckles with his lips.
“Mikey heard all
the screaming and figured you could use the help. I was on the way already,
sure that you would get your ass in trouble without me,” Mohawk explained their
presence.
“I’d like a
crack at that fucking pedophile,” Mikey said.
“Don’t hurt me,”
Beck pleaded, protecting his bleeding nose with his hands. Mikey and Mohawk
look a lot more dangerous than I do.
“Listen to the
guy. Don’t hurt him. He’s an asshole but the sex seems to be consenstual as
awful as that sounds,” I said.
“You bet it is.
He takes care of me. Listens to me, buys me nice stuff. And he’s turning me
into a woman. Go away before I call the cops,” Melinda said.
I shook my head
sadly. “Poor kid. You just don’t understand that he’s just taking advantage of
you… Here’s the deal, Beck… You never see Melinda again and these pictures will
remain a secret. You strike up the relationship again and they go to every
newspaper in the city, not to mention the cops. And even worse, Melinda’s dad.
He’ll probably kill you.”
Beck thought
about that. “How can I be sure you will keep your word?”
“You can be sure
I will keep my word if you keep seeing Melinda,” I told him.
“Okay, you got a
deal.”
“If I ever find
out you’re pulling this trick with another underage girl the same will happen,
dig?”
“Yeah, yeah.
Dig. Melinda, get your clothes on. I’m going to call you a cab. It’s over.”
“What? Just like
that? But you told me you loved me? How can you just end it like that?”
“Jesus Christ,
kid… You’re even dumber than I thought. Did you really think I loved you? You
were just a tight piece of ass, don’t you understand? How could I really love
you? You’re just a kid!”
Melinda walked
over to Beck and slapped him in the face with all the power she could muster.
“Ow. She hits
like a grown woman, though,” Mohawk remarked.
Mikey winced.
“Sure does.”
“Melinda, please
put on your clothes. I will get you home. Your dad won’t ever hear about this,
but I really don’t want you to get back with this asshole.”
She spat in
Beck’s face. “I sure as hell won’t!”
After she put on
her clothes we left the room. I gave the receptionist the finger as we walked
past his desk.
We got Melinda
in my car and dropped her off at her home. She told me she hated me. I told her
she was too young to know what hate was and drove off.
I never told her
old man what happened. It wouldn’t help him, it wouldn’t help Melinda and it
probably wouldn’t really do much to stop Beck. He’d lawyer up and try to rip
apart Melinda on the stand. Better to let Bagley think I was an inept loser. He
wasn’t the only one to think that. It was time to get on the road again soon.
Get away from the city for a few weeks.
Sure enough, I
got a call to go on tour with Trivium a few days later.
THE END
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