Content: Adult Themes, Adult Language, Nudity

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Slim played free.

 

He'd finished his practice set. He wasn't ready to call it a night. So, he played. Slim liked playing like this. He liked letting the music flow. Letting the music take him where it wanted to go. He didn't worry about where that was. It was about the going, not the getting there.

 

The music was going, when Star and Dirk came back to the squat. Slim saw right away that Star was pissed. Dirk was smug, but that was Dirk for you.

 

The music followed Star's anger. 

 

 

"Come on, babe," Dirk wheedled. "You'll feel better after you lie down. You know I can make you feel better..."

 

"Don't you fucking touch me!" Star wheeled on him. "You fucking whored me out. You used me like a... like a thing! Like I'm nothing!"

 

"Babe, don't be like that," Dirk sleazed. "You know it wasn't like that... and it wasn't that bad. You got off..."

 

"Don't fucking 'babe' me!" Star shouted. "Do you hear me? I am never... NEVER... doing that again!"

 

"Whoa, babe, calm down," Dirk reeled back. 

 

"Don't fucking tell me to calm down!" Star yelled. "You stay away from me. I swear to God and all the saints, Dirk, if you try to touch me tonight I will fucking bite it off!" 

 

 

With one more furious look, Star turned and stormed down the hallway to her room. I wish I'd gotten that door fixed up, Slim thought. He had the feeling that Star really needed a door she could slam right now.

 

"Well, I guess I'm sleeping on the couch," Dirk said. Turning to Slim, he added with a sly grin, "Don't pay any attention to her. She loved it. If fact, if you've got a few bucks, I know I could get her to..."

 

Unwanted images flooded Slim's mind. He remembered the last time BiBi had given him a blowjob. He remembered her kneeling in front of him, looking up with a sultry smile just before she took him in her mouth. For an instant, he imagined Star kneeling in front of him instead. Smiling up at him. Her perky little titties bare... 

 

"Shut up, Dirk," Slim snarled. "Fucking asshole."

 

"Whatever man," Dirk grinned.

 

 

Leaving before he punched Dirk, Slim made his way down the hall. He meant to go to his room, lay down, try to get some sleep. Try to get that damn image out of his mind. 

 

He found himself stopping outside Star and Dirk's room. There still wasn't a door. He could see Star, lying on the pile of blankets and pillows that made her makeshift bed. Slim decided he needed to find her a mattress. He had a couple of ideas where he might scrounge one.

 

"Go away," Star snarled, not looking up.

 

"OK. Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you," Slim said. "You let me know if you need anything."

 

"Slim?" Star said. "Sorry... I thought..."

 

"Hey, if you want, you can use my bed," Slim offered, adding hastily, "I mean, you can sleep in there. Alone... and I'd sleep in here... alone. You'd have the bed... for yourself. Alone. Not... I mean... I didn't mean..."

 

"I get it. I'm good," Star chuckled. "Slim... Thank you."

 

 

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"Fucking asshole!" Slim shouted.

 

Slim had woken late. Not really having anywhere to be in the morning, he hadn't bothered with an alarm. Days like this, he let the sun wake him. The weak autumn sun had taken its own sweet time about it. Usually, it didn't make much difference. Most mornings were pretty much the same.

 

This morning was different. 

 

"What? What happened?" Star dashed out, wrapping what looked like an old towel around her.

 

"Your fucking boyfriend happened!" Slim shouted. "He took my fucking stereo!"

 

 

"What? What are you talking about? Where's Dirk?" Star stammered.

 

"He took off," Slim snapped. "He drank all the damn beer. He cleaned out the stash of weed. He took all the money and my fucking stereo."

 

"He... he what?" Star gasped.

 

"He fucking took off," Slim yelled. "He ripped me off and he bailed. Typical Dirk the fucking Jerk."

 

 

"He... he left?" Star looked around, confused.

 

"Yeah, he left," Slim grumbled, looking around. "I should have known it. Did the same thing last time he was here. Decided things weren't working out, ripped Biggie off and just bailed."

 

Looking around, Slim noticed that Dirk had, at least, left his guitar behind. Probably didn't think he could hock it quickly enough, Slim thought. That or he'd known Slim would hunt him down like a dog if he took it. Probably both.

 

"He left me?" Star gave a little sob. "After... after everything. He left me?"

 

"Shit, Star," Slim blinked, looking at the tears glistening in her eyes.

 

"It's because I yelled at him," Star whimpered. "Because I wouldn't... I wouldn't do what he asked and I yelled at him. He left me."

 

"Star, he left because he's Dirk the Jerk," Slim said. "He runs out all the time. He's an asshole."

 

 

"He said I was his light," Star sobbed. "He just left me?"

 

"He's an idiot. He's an idiot and jerk and an asshole. He never should have treated you like he did," Slim said firmly. "You... you're such a great girl. He never should have treated you bad. You deserve... so much more, Star. You deserve someone who'll treat you right. You deserve someone who'll make you happy. Someone who'll really love you."

 

 "What am I going to do?" Star whispered. 

 

"Look, you can stay here as long as you like," Slim said. "Get your feet under you and figure out what you want to do next."

 

"Really," Star said.

 

"Yeah, as long as you like," Slim smiled. 

 

 

"Well, as long as we can anyway," Slim groaned, "'cause Dirk took all my money and of course he had to pick today."

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"Dupuis checking in," the fat policeman said into his radio. "I'm checking out that abandoned house on Meadows." 

 

Looking at the ratty old house, Officer Dupuis smiled. It was a sweet deal. The squatters paid up and he looked the other way. It wasn't like it hurt anyone. Hell, he wasn't even sure who owned the places on his beat. Probably the Goths. They owned a lot of property around Willow Creek. Yeah, must belong to that Xander Goth. Rich bastard, living it up in his villa with his family's millions and his computer company millions on top of that. Probably spent his nights all coked up, rolling around in piles of money with a bunch of naked women.

 

Ol' Dupuis renting out some of his places to a bunch of squatters wouldn't hurt Xander Goth any. 

 

 

"Look, Slim, you know the deal," Dupuis said. "I need my money."

 

"And I'll get it for you," Slim said. "I just need a couple of days."

 

"Yeah, but then a couple of days becomes a couple of weeks, then a month, then where are we?" Dupuis said firmly. "I can't do it, Slim. I need the money or I've got to call it in and have you cleared out."

 

"Dupuis, come on, man," Slim groaned. "You know me. I've always paid on time. It's just... some shit happened and..."

 

"Your shit's your problem, Slim," Dupuis said. "I let you slide, then other people slide and then it's my problem... and I don't need problems."

 

 

"Oh, officer, I'm soooo sorry," Star purred, sliding herself between Slim and Dupuis. She was still wrapped in the towel she'd thrown on, and every inch of her dripped sensuality and allure.

 

"New friend, Slim?" Dupuis said with smile.

 

"This is Star," Slim said.

 

"Hi," Star smiled. "I'm afraid this whole thing is kind of my fault. Well, really, it's my rotten ex-boyfriend's fault. He ripped off poor Slim and skipped town."

 

"Ran out on a pretty girl like you," Dupuis said, trying to look suspicious, but his eyes devoured Star.

 

"He was such a jerk, and we had a huge fight," Star said with a pouty smile. "He just ran out on me."

 

 

"The man's an idiot," Dupuis said firmly. "Still..."

 

"But you see, it's not poor Slim's fault," Star went on. "If you could just... oh this silly thing." She added as the towel slipped. 

 

She made a theatrical grab for the towel, but somehow the motion resulted instead in the white fabric falling open completely. It hung to her firm breasts for a perilous moment, then dropped completely to the floor. Completely naked, Star looked down at the fallen towel and pouted.

 

"Oh, poo," she giggled.

 

"Ahhhh," Officer Dupuis stammered, staring unabashed down at Star's perky titties, her firm belly and on down to her shaved pussy. 

 

"Anyway," Star smiled. "If you could just give us a couple of days, I promise will find a way to... pay you. Just a couple of days?"

 

 

"I... uhhh... yeah, I guess I can give you a couple of days," Officer Dupuis said, eyes wide. With a deep breath he struggled to regain his cool. "Two days, Slim. I need that money in two days. Or..."

 

"You'll get it," Slim said quickly. "Two days. No problem. You'll get it."

 

"Alright then," Officer Dupuis said firmly. Shifting the bulge in his uniform trousers, he marched out the door. "I'll be back in two days."

 

"Two days," Slim nodded.

 

 

"Holy shit," Slim said. He wasn't entirely sure what he was saying that about, but it seemed like the right thing to say.

 

"Putty in my hands," Star grinned, wrapping the towel around herself again.

 

"You... you didn't have to do that," Slim said. "I mean... thanks. Really, thanks. I appreciate the help - but... after what you said Dirk made you do. You don't have to... I mean, you shouldn't feel like you need to do stuff like that..."

 

"Well, I wasn't planning on screwing him," Star said. "I had a feeling he'd be good with a little striptease."

 

"I... I just don't want to you think..." Slim said. 

 

"That you're going to expect me to do the things that Dirk wanted me to do?" Star smiled. "I know you don't. I did it because... because it helped you... helped us. Because I wanted to. I chose to. Let's just agree not to make a habit of it. Now, how do we get rent money?"