Welcome to the Freak Show

Come one, come all, to the greatest freakshow on earth. See the nymphos, the crackheads, the ravers, the sluts and me, Alicia- their queen. Every night in the city by the river, Beloit Wisconsin- AKA little Chicago, we motherfuckers come out to play. I sit atop of my trailer like a throne, sweeping my fire red hair over my shoulder. Looking down at my grey Hooters t-shirt that had seen better days, I kick up my legs to show off my denim booty shorts, as I rule over the festivities.

“My queen!” shouts a familiar voice. My crew; we welcome all kinds, especially virgin sacrifices.

“What do we have here?” I ask as I hop off the roof, landing like a superhero on my bare feet.

My girl Q stepped forward, her pixie-cut sky-blue hair sparkling in the moonlight. “I come bearing a gift, my prize for being a Good Samaritan.”

The crowd was already hooting and hollering.

From where I stand, I can see someone behind her. He towered over Q who stood at 5’4″, so he had to be at least six feet tall. 

The young man ran his fingers through his dark, shoulder-length hair, making it apparent he wasn’t restrained or brought to the festivities against his will. Also allowing me a brief glimpse of his beauty.

But he stood in the shadows, downwind of the bonfire. I would need to come closer for a better look. “Hey, gorgeous.”

He had a sexy, innocent look, large eyes, with a roundish face, and high cheekbones. “Um, hi.”

I took a step closer, tossing my hair, so it shimmered like a wave of fire. “You an athlete?”

“I-I played some soccer, in school.” With his black hair and caramel complexion, he looked Latino or maybe Italian. Either way, he was exotic, too beautiful for a place like Beloit. 

I press my lips to his ear. “Are you my virgin sacrifice?”

He chuckles nervously, glancing at Q for guidance. “I’m not exactly a virgin.”

“Oh, do tell?”

“I’ve been turning tricks ever since I was fifteen, and um, I’m positive.”

“Aren’t we all, Baby?”

“No, I’m HIV positive.” He looked at the ground, crossing his arms in the warm Wisconsin night. He probably assumed that would be a deal breaker. “I’m really sorry. I just came here because Q said I could score some pills, on the cheap.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his innocent sweetness. “Let me tell you a secret, I’m immune to all human diseases.”

The crowd gave their usual cheer. He was going to be mine.

“Um, okay.”

“What’s your name, Baby boy?”

“Tony Keller.”

“Keller?” That name certainly didn’t match his exotic features. 

“My old man’s a factory union leader, he sponsored my mom into the country.”

‘And he beat the living shit out of her,’ I added in my head. That was the story of so many of us, myself included. The Midwest grew a lot of things, corn, wheat, slutty girls, and crazy boys. “You say you turn tricks. But someone as cute as you,” I said as I walked around him, stroking my finger along the collar of his denim jacket. I knew his type. Young men and boys looking for easy money took on truckers at rest stops, letting them have free reign of their bodies. “You ever been with a woman?”

Tony shook his head, lowering his gaze. “Life kind of got in the way.”

There was more to his story, there had to be, and I just had to know. “I think you’re just what I need. I’ll take good care of you.” With a flick of my wrist, a single pill materialized in my hand. “Here, a peace offering.”

“Um, thanks.” Tony downed it quickly, without water, not even asking what it was.

I had to admit I was impressed. “So, tell me, how did you meet Q?”

“A few days ago, my mother was hit by a car. Q, she witnessed the whole thing and stayed with her until I could get to the hospital.” His voice was quivering with emotion.

Q put her arm around his waist. “You’ve been through a lot. That’s why you deserve a night out. Trust me, Alicia will show you a good time.”

I hold out my hand. “You ready?”

Tony nods sheepishly. “I guess so.”

The crowd cheers, as they always do, shouting all kind of vulgar things I should do to Tony. I don’t need any help, thank you very much. 

Inside my one-room trailer, I pushed him onto the bare mattress that is my bed. “Take your clothes off and lay down.”

“O…kay,” Tony answers in a groggy voice. The pill I had given him was a home-brew combination of vodka and ecstasy, meant to loosen him up. But I knew for a fact it wouldn’t be enough to knock him out. He took off his jacket and t-shirt. 

I watched as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You cold?”

Tony only shrugged. Reaching for his jacket, he managed to pull on one sleeve before collapsing face first on to the bed. 

“Just relax,” I whisper as I remove his jacket, letting it fall wherever. I straddle myself over his hips, licking my lips as I start to explore. As I parted his hair, I noticed Tony had a birthmark on his neck in the shape of an angel, like the kind of thing you would find on a Christmas card. “Of course.”

“Of course, what? Oh, the angel? I think that’s just scar tissue.”

I had to wonder how he knew about the angel. It was clearly not scar tissue. I could imagine that his poor mother used to tell him how beautiful he was, how precious. “Still, it’s cute. I would definitely get it tattooed one day. ” I stroke my fingers down his broad shoulders and a muscular back. 

Tony flinched in pain.

As I expect he’s covered in cuts and bruises. All the lost souls who end up at my doorstep tended to be. “Did your pimp do this?”

“I don’t have a pimp.”

That makes more sense. “And that’s why your clients beat you.”

“It works out. I’m kind of a painslut,” he replied with a grimace.

“No, you’re not,” I said as I walked my fingers down his spine, “I’ve known a lot of people like you; junkies, whores- people like you like pain because it’s the only time you feel human touch. Does your mother know what you do for a living?”

“She knows how my dad beat the living shit out of me from the day I was born,” he said with a snort. “And how it took him threatening to kill me to finally convince her to leave the bastard.”

I made my way to his hips. I could see from the low rise of his jeans that he wore no underwear. “I’m going to remove your jeans now.”

“There’s something you need to know,” he said with sincerity that changed to a genuine laugh. “Screw it, if my trucker clients don’t care I don’t think you will either.”

I removed his jeans to reveal his naked ass, thighs and prosthetic legs. “Wow,” I couldn’t help but say. The white plastic seemed to hold sensors and other metallic components, these were clearly specially made. “You were able to walk, earlier. And you said you played soccer.” My mind reached the only logical conclusion. “Are these robotic?”

“Yeah, long story short I was born with incomplete legs. I’ve been wearing custom designed prosthetics since I was four.”

“Custom?”

“My mom has an engineering degree. She works at the university. My prosthetics attach with electrodes which allow me to control them like actual muscle tissue.”

Woah! That’s some real sci-fi shit. “Can you feel?” I asked as I stroked the seam where plastic met skin.

“I can’t feel my prosthetics, but where they connect…” He gasped and moaned under my fingers. “T-the nerve endings are really sensitive.”

I knew what I wanted to do. “How do you take them off?”

“Remove the straps, then disengage the electrodes. It’s not that difficult.”

“Okay,” I said sweetly, as I unfastened the straps that held the devices in place. The electrodes were like suction cups, each sliding off with a satisfying pop. Every touch caused Tony’s body to tense. It was really kinda adorable how he buried his face into the mattress to keep himself quiet. “Do you let your clients touch your legs?”

“Most of them just want to get it over with.”

I kissed his thigh, focusing on the area where the electrodes once were. The harder I licked and sucked, the more he reacted, until he was practically humping the bed. “Good boy, now roll over.”

Tony abruptly stopped, his stomach visibly tensed. “Um, sure,” he said nervously.

I soon found out why. Tony had a muscular chest, strong arms, sexy tight abs and an impressive eight-inch cock- which at that at the moment was totally limp. “Wow, you’re really not into girls?” I couldn’t help but sound disappointed, but I was far from defeated.

“It’s not you, I-I just need a little help.” He turned his wrist to reveal track marks.

“You shoot up?”

He shrugged. “Heroin, crack, meth: I’ve tried them all.” Tony was still comfortably high off the pill I gave him. And there was plenty more where that came from.

“I have something you’ve never experienced,” I said in a whisper as I leaned in close to kiss his soft, pouty lips, “me.”

“You?”

My nails sank into his skin, just below his collarbone, transferring pulse after pulse of a neon green energy.

Tony leaned his head back, moaning in ecstasy.

“I’ve been told my power looks like radiation but feels like a deep tissue massage for your soul.”

“Yeah,” Tony moaned. His fingers were grasping at the fabric of the mattress. “I can see that.”

“My abilities come from the earth- the spirits of my ancestors, hundreds of generations of witches.”

“Witches?” he asked with a laugh.

“White witches, dark witches, I don’t like to categorize my work. All I know is my powers allow me to dive into someone’s soul, to see into their past and unlock their true potential.”

I could feel Tony’s pulse racing as I dragged my nails down his chest. “Do you feel it? – That’s the energy of mother earth.”

“Yeah.” Tony sat up in one strong, swift motion. “I feel it.” He cupped my face and kissed me, slow and intense.

The warmth of his breath tingled on my skin. I wanted more. In the midst of necking, I managed to take off my shirt, freeing my tits.

Tony was drawn like a magnet, his lips taking to my nipple. Between deep, decadent kisses he managed to come up for air just long enough to look into my eyes. “I want you.”

Possessing superhuman strength, he pinned me down by my arms. Our lips met over and over. I gasped for air as I struggled to kick off my shorts then my plain white underwear. My shorts made it to the floor but my panties remained trapped at my knees.

“Let me help you.” With one precise movement of his hand, he tore them off.

“Ow,” I said somewhat sarcastically. The tearing of the cotton fabric against my skin was not the most comfortable sensation, but to feel his throbbing cock against my wet lips made it all worth it. I maneuvered my leg over his shoulder, spreading myself wide open.

He rubbed his cock back and forth in my slit. Tony worked slowly, taking his time- and it was driving me insane. “You do know how to put it in, right?”

“Yeah, and I know what a clit is, the magic spot that makes girls scream.”

“You said you never been with a girl.”

“I had a girlfriend once. We never fucked because I knew she deserved better than me.” Tony closed his eyes. I assumed he was picturing this girl’s face. “After school, during soccer practice, she would sit on my lap in the bleachers and let me finger her. The way she moaned when I touched her clit, the way she begged me not to stop…” Tony’s cock filled my pussy, fucking me deeper and harder with every thrust. “I wanted to fuck her so bad. And I know she would have pity-fucked me, she was my best friend.” 

“You deserve more than a pity-fuck.” I held on tight to his shoulders, moving my hips to show just how badly I wanted him.

“You’ve ever been with a guy with no legs?”

“No, but I like it.” I could feel the heat building in my core. Instinctively, I put my arms around him burying my face in his shoulder.

Tony gave my hair a firm tug. “I want to look into your eyes when you climax.” His voice was deep and empowered.

“I’ll put on a good show.” I could fake an orgasm with the best of them but with Tony it was all real; the way my pussy tensed, gripping his cock, the way my legs trembled. I wanted him to fuck me hard. With every thrust, I responded with another dose of my power until his flesh was glowing a beautiful transparent light green, the color of the forest moon. I could practically see his beating heart. I sank my nails into his back, as I felt his warmth. He blew his load once then twice, his cum oozing down my quivering thighs. “God, you’re so amazing.”

Tony smirked. “Yeah, I know.”

The newfound confidence of his tone caused me to laugh. “Tell me about you, is your momma going to be alright? With the hospital bills and all that shit?”

“Yeah, she has decent health insurance. No thanks to my dad.”

“So, what happened? Is the bastard still alive?”

“Unfortunately,” he said with a sigh. “You got any smokes?”

“I have some weed,” I offered, motioning to my nightstand.

Tony helped himself to a pre-rolled blunt, taking a long drag as he laid on his back.

I rested my head on his chest. “Are you wealthy? I mean with your robotic legs and your momma’s university job.”

“If I was rich, I’d be on my way to college, instead of wasting my life in this shithole town.”

“Yeah, I feel you.” But I didn’t. I knew he could have gone to the university for free, as the child of an employee. There was another reason why he clung to his current way of life. “Tell me about your dad, why did he try to kill you? You seem like a sweet kid.”

Tony threw his head back with laughter. “Dad found out that his crippled disappointment of a son was also a little fuckboy slut.” He took a long drag off the blunt until his mind relaxed. “My daddy runs a factory just outside of town. He’s just the foreman, but it’s a union shop so he makes a shit ton of money and runs the place like he’s the fucking owner.” Tony’s words were beginning to slur. “I started hanging out on the backroads giving five-dollar blowjobs. Word got around; the mighty Keith Keller had a son who sucked cock.” He pressed the blunt to his palm, leaving a small burn. “I don’t know what I was thinking. My plan was to humiliate him, the way he always humiliated me and my mother.”

His expression changed to one of pain.

I couldn’t help but feel a tinge of compassion. “We don’t have to talk about it.”

“It’s alright. Not like I can turn back time. My dad, he always wanted another kid. They tried for years. The fact that Mom couldn’t get pregnant again, it solidified his belief that she was the worthless one.” Tony sighed. 

I notice him grip his wrist as if his body was craving the numbness of drugs. 

“But Momma, bless her heart, agreed to a quick divorce.” He paused to wipe his eyes. “She got nothing but the clothes on her back. And full custody of her crippled son.”

It was clear Tony needed help, just the kind of help I was good at providing. “If you’re still interested in humiliating him my crew can be of service.”

“Really?”

“Hustling doesn’t pay the bills. We all have day jobs; waiters, fast-food, retail, bartenders, strippers. Whatever restaurant, club or bar he frequents, I can guarantee one of us is there.”

Tony bit his lip, he was clearly resisting the urge to smile. “What’s the plan?”

“I know I sound too good to be true, but trust me I’m the real deal.” I left the bed the retrieve his legs. “First step- flirt,” I said as I started to reattach his legs. “Second step- date, third step- fuck.” I quickly finished his left leg and moved on to his right. “And little by little we rob your old man blind until he’s the one giving five-dollar blowjobs.”

Tony looked impressed at my ability to put the legs back in my first try. “Earlier you said you can see into someone’s soul, unlock their true potential. What do you see in me?”

“Strength, poise and an unbreakable spirit.”

“Did you read that from a fortune cookie?”

“I’m serious. You know the Spartans? Like that movie ‘300’ or that video game with the bald guy who killed his family?”

“God of War?”

“Yeah, that’s the one. Spartans, as a culture, tortured their kids from the moment of birth way worse than anything our fucked-up families ever did. Those who survived became warriors and those who didn’t, well they just didn’t. You, Tony, you’re a survivor, a true modern-day Spartan warrior.”

That made him smile. “I think I love you.”

“I love you too, Tony Keller. Welcome to the Freakshow.”