Past and Future Sins

It was about one o’clock in the morning when the man came out of one of the waterfront bars. It was quiet at this time of the evening, with only the lapping of the waves against the jetty and the odd squawk from one of the seagulls. Jakarta had attempted to modernize it’s tourist face after the student riots of the nineties, and many such establishments now littered the waterfronts as the vast docks were extended and renovated. The taxis weren’t allowed too close to the waterfront, mostly a pedestrian zone these days; and so it was a short walk south, which usually allowed the prostitutes to ply their trade along the route. Strangely tonight, there didn’t seem to be a living soul about, but even as drunk as he was, he couldn’t help but notice the lithe lovely in the black cheongsam who was smoking a cigarette against a wall, half-lit by the nearby streetlight. The red dragon across her bodice stood out, accentuating her chest where it bulged nicely, and her long legs were nicely revealed by the slit in the side of her cheongsam. She blew cigarette smoke into the air, and he watched it spiral, highlighted by the artificial light from the streetlamp. He wasn’t too drunk as yet. The alcohol hadn’t fully kicked in, and the fresh salty air had a slightly sobering effect. This gorgeous looker with her long black hair looked interested enough, and he was certainly interested in her. He still had money in his wallet, and he glanced around as he considered his options. Muggings weren’t uncommon, but the area looked safe enough. As long as he didn’t stray too far with the girl, he should be okay. He didn’t want to take her back to his hotel in case someone blabbed to his bosses. He was staying at the Hilton till the conference was over. He also didn’t want to take a chance on taking her somewhere she knew, but he didn’t. That meant doing her somewhere close by. The docks were quiet and deserted at this time of night, and activity wouldn’t resume until about 3am, when the boat-crews would start readying their vessels for the early morning tide. “Hey baby, you look lonely. Want some company?” he smiled as he approached her. Her eyes slowly ran over him, as she took another drag on her cigarette, making him wait for her answer. As he got closer, he could see she was no Asian, though she looked and dressed like a Thai. Her skin was white, not just made so by the streetlight. A Caucasian hooker out here? Well, it wasn’t unheard of. He had heard stories of some bored housewives of businessmen who turned tricks at night, and there were rumors of girls being made available at the right price to the right people. Mail-order, so to speak. “I’m expensive,” the woman warned, with a faint smile on those blood-red lips of hers, and he caught a glimpse of her white teeth, as she slowly and sensuously licked her lips. He felt his blood rising just where he wanted it to rise. "Are you worth it?” he asked, amusedly. "Oh, yes...." she smiled, revealing brilliant white teeth. “How much?” he asked. She chuckled. “My price is high, but you’ll pay it after we’re done. Every man has willingly paid my price,” she boasted. Now it was his turn to chuckle. “That good, eh?” She turned her head sideways, and shrugged. She dropped the cigarette, and ground it out under one black stiletto sole. “Let’s go somewhere quieter, and you can find out,” she suggested, and linked arms with him. He was all set to protest, but she led him out along one of the piers, where there was no suggestion of anyone lying in wait for him. At this hour of the night, it would be private and secluded enough for what he had in mind. The click clack of her stilettos and the gentle lapping of the waves against the wooden pier was the only sound he heard. Even the seagulls were mostly quiet at this time of night. He felt her hip brush against him as they slowly walked, and he found himself getting even harder in anticipation. The end of the pier finally came, and they could walk no more. In the moonlight, she was even more beautiful, and she melted into his arms as he embraced her and their lips locked together in a slow passionate kiss. She pressed against him, moaning into his mouth, as his hands began to move over her body, pressing the silk of her cheongsam against her flesh. She slid her own hand in between their bodies, rubbing his stiff length, and making him groan. He slowly sank to his knees before her, hands lifting the slit of her cheongsam to one side, rucking it high on her hips as he pressed his lips against her pale belly, eyes widening at the colourful snake tattoo that wriggled and undulated in time with her belly, vanishing down into her black silk panties. With one hand, he pulled them aside, and his eyes widened even more at what was revealed. He opened his mouth to speak, but a firm hand on the back of his head forced his face into her crotch. “Suck it!” she ordered, enjoying the feel of his hot mouth on her sex, and he dutifully obeyed, pleasuring her with his lips and with his tongue, sucking on her sex, and making her gasp and hunch her loins into his face. They remained locked like this for almost two minutes, before she cried out, and achieved orgasm, shuddering against him, fingers locked in his hair. When she let him go, he gasped for air, and then started laughing drunkenly. “Oh my God! No one would fucking believe I just did that,” he laughed. “I always wondered what it would be like. I heard there were people like you out here, but I never thought I'd run in to one. But now it’s my turn, baby. Now you get to suck me, too. Fair's fair." He fumbled with the bulging zip of his pants. She smiled broadly, exposing those white teeth again, as she watched him hurriedly unzip. “Don’t worry darling, I’m going to suck on you real good,” she promised, and leaned forward to lightly kiss his exposed neck. He chuckled, enjoying the feel of her lips, and succeeded in exposing a stiff erection, which she reached for and began to manipulate lightly in her cool fingers. She leaned closer, wanking him off against her thigh, as she took another playful nip at his neck, and this time he felt her teeth, though the sensations from his cock were paramount in his brain at that moment. Then those red lips fastened on his neck, and he gasped in undreamed of pleasure, as she drew blood, mouth fastening on like a leech, and drawing hungrily. The distended fangs bit deep, injecting a paralysing venom, which also acted as a powerful stimulant. The sensation was all-powerful, and he was helpless to resist the sheer pleasure of it. His legs went weak at one point, but powerful hands held him up, and she sucked voraciously, with the hollow fangs draining him of his blood. It took her nearly five minutes to drain him almost unto death. There was hardly any blood left in him, and he would die soon enough. She raised her head finally, lips and chin red with his blood, and then leaned forward and bit once more, ripping a huge chunk out of his neck, to disguise the wound. She spat the flesh out into the lapping waters, and then, after rifling his jacket and pocketing his wallet, threw his almost dead body into them as well. He would drown, too weak to swim, and the outgoing tide would take his body out beyond the docks and into the open sea. Fish and crabs would feast on the body, and if it did resurface at all, it would leave very little for the police to go on. She would dispose of the wallet later, and popped it into her handbag for now. She tidied her appearance, and smoothed down her cheongsam. Damn, he had come against her thigh, the semen soiling her cheongsam. She would have to get it cleaned. Even in the pale moonlight, she no longer looked pale.