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“UNDERCITY: inside The Heroine Chic Second Circle of the Kinderwhores” from the debut novel “Tramp” by poet Joey Cloudy:

Tramp

chapter: UNDERCITY:

inside The Heroine Chic Second Circle of the Kinderwhores

Crazy Chrissie decided she was going to sleep with Aaron tonight. They were sitting on the green couch after watching ‘Dazed and Confused’ before watching ‘Empire Records’. The living room was strangely empty of girlfriends and roommates. This time Aaron was the one sitting up while Chrissie laid her head in his lap and tried to give him a blow job.

Confused she asked why he wouldn’t let her suck him off so he told her it was because Laurel was his girlfriend and he explained the rules to her which only made her laugh. Then she proceeded to tell him that he didn’t even know Laurel which he admitted he didn’t they had only been going out for a few months. Chrissie told Aaron all the sordid details of Laurel’s extracurricular sex life while he was at home or at work.

He quickly did the math in his head and extrapolated that she wasn’t very far behind Chrissie. Laurel was of that generation of young women that considered herself chaste as long as no man’s penis entered her vagina, she still considered herself vestal and a good Mormon. Over the years Chrissie had personally eaten Laurel’s pussy more times than she could count, at one time another fingered her and or inserted a wide assortment of phallic shaped objects into Laurel’s pussy.

Everything from the fat end of a sizeable carrot, to most of the skinny end of a longneck beer bottle and every dildo and vibrator in the place. Since junior high Laurel had given numerous blowjobs and been titty fucked by half the guys she’d ever dated and she even let a few guys fuck her up the ass. At this point her vagina is the only orifice on her body that’s never had a cock in it until the day before you slept with her. But the truth is other than being a titillating morsel of gossip Aaron didn’t care.

What cha doin’. Chrissie croaked in a strangely shaky whisper as if her throat were sore. As if she hadn’t seen him doing the same thing every night for months now. Typing some poems up you know me I used the computer to print them out at work although I occasionally print out a few here if we were on our way to the a reading and I hadn’t had time to print out a copy at work. But normally then I still just read the first drafts directly out of my note books. I’m not bothering you am I? Naw, I’m still copying the poems out of my note book. It’s not like I’m writing anything new. So, unless you’ve come over here to try and start some shit then no you’re not bothering me.

No, I couldn’t sleep I had the bad dream I woke up and wondered if you wouldn’t mind if I just sat here and watched. I promise I’ll be good. Aaron turned around from the monitor and looked at her in the light of its glow her skin looked pale and clammy, she was covered in sweat, her eyes seemed far away and unfocused and there was an almost bluish tint to her lips. He reached up and brushed her hair back from her face. Jesus girl are you all right, did you get some bad dope or something!? You don’t look well at all.

I’m ok it was just the bad dream. Aaron instinctively touched her cheeks then placed his palm over her forehead she was ice cold. Here, drink some of this. He commanded, giving Chrissie the remainder the coffee in his mug. She took the warm cup between both of her cold hands uttering a barely audible thanks before she took a few small sips. You gonna be alright kid? Yeah I just don’t wanna go back to sleep. I keep having the same fucking nightmare.

Chrissie told him about all the other guys she had over when he wasn’t there. There was the perpetually drunk Mexican ex-boyfriend, double penetration by two businessmen from Trinidad who were staying at the hotel where she worked part-time nights at the desk.

There was the time she picked up some guy driving down the freeway who blew his horn and waved her over one night. They pulled off the freeway and parked in the parking lot at Denny’s on 75 central expressway where she snorted what he claimed was cocaine before she fucked him in the backseat of his car then she brought you the sloppy seconds and you know how sloppy she gets. Aaron listened as Chrissie rolled her friend over, his girlfriend Laurel, who lay not ten feet away from the green sofa they were sitting on in the sofa living room passed out drunk in the next room.

Arron got up and headed into the kitchen to get a beer. Chrissie curled up on her side and watched the movie until she fell asleep. Aaron sat at the desk in the dining room where a dining room table would normally be, he turned the pc on opened a blank word file and began typing up poems from his little black and white note book into the computer. The clock on the computer read 1:08 am.

Aaron lit a camel Turkish jade took a quick drag and passed it to Chrissie. She took a drag on his square while Aaron fished around in the ashtray by the monitor for a roach. He found the weed then quickly fired up the half a blunt that had been sitting there for weeks now untouched. In the glow of the cigarettes cherry it looked like the colour was returning to her face, but it was hard to tell with only the light from the monitor and the tiny reading lamp with its small light focused on his note book.

Are you sure I don’t need to get you to the hospital. I’ll be fine, this happens all the time. What’s wrong do you have low blood pressure or something? Aaron had no idea what he was talking about but he remembered one summer in high school his cousin blacking out while they were riding their bikes. He was cold and sweaty just like her and it was the middle of summer.

I have panic attacks in my sleep and when I have the bad dream I sometimes stop breathing. The bad dream? She spoke of it as if Aaron knew her secret language but he listened in that patient way that one must listen to the shattered, the broken and the demented. He found himself very much aware that he was listening intently to the voice of one of the damned. He didn’t really want to hear about her dreams. All he wanted to do right now was get back to work typing up his poems without the taste of her pain in his mind. But he knew that it was too late, that he had to sit here and just listen mercilessly for a while.

She was wrapped in her blanket, he lit another cigarette and waited for her to finish, it was the only decent thing to do. Her hair had fallen back down throwing shadows across her sunken face. Her voice seemed to float up like smoke out of the shroud like shadows. I can never remember seeing anything in the dream, everything is darkness. My mouth feels like it’s stuffed with sponges, I can’t breathe, it feels like I’m drowning, like I’m choking on something slimy, like I have raw eggs in my throat. I wake up then and throw up most times.

I thought that you threw up because you were bulimic?

I am but I got lots of reasons to throw up. She smiled weakly at him.She had been having the same dream for as long as she could remember and none of the Mormon psychiatrist her parents sent her to wanted to see what the dream meant. It wasn’t a dream at all it was a memory. She wasn’t crazy. Her daddy had been fucking her face since she was a baby. The sick son of a bitch even came in her mouth. Daddy’s little girl had no idea what it all meant, no one wanted to, it was safer to lock her up or keep her sedated. It was easier to continue to pretend that she was insane instead of the world.

Crazy Chrissie decided she was going to sleep with Aaron tonight. They were sitting on the green couch after watching ‘Dazed and Confused’ before watching ‘Empire Records’.

The living room was strangely empty of girlfriends and roommates. This time Aaron was the one sitting up while Chrissie laid her head in his lap and tried to give him a blow job. Confused she asked why he wouldn’t let her suck him off so he told her it was because Laurel was his girlfriend and he explained the rules to her which only made her laugh. Then she proceeded to tell him that he didn’t even know Laurel which he admitted he didn’t they had only been going out for a few months. Chrissie told Aaron all the sordid details of Laurel’s extracurricular sex life while he was at home or at work.

He quickly did the math in his head and extrapolated that she wasn’t very far behind Chrissie. Laurel was of that generation of young women that considered herself chaste as long as no man’s penis entered her vagina, she still considered herself vestal and a good Mormon. Over the years Chrissie had personally eaten Laurel’s pussy more times than she could count, at one time another fingered her and or inserted a wide assortment of phallic shaped objects into Laurel’s pussy. everything from the fat end of a sizeable carrot, to most of the skinny end of a longneck beer bottle and every dildo and vibrator in the place.

Since junior high Laurel had given numerous blowjobs and been titty fucked by half the guys she’d ever dated and she even let a few guys fuck her up the ass. At this point her vagina is the only orifice on her body that’s never had a cock in it until the day before you slept with her. But the truth is other than being a titillating morsel of gossip Aaron didn’t care.

What cha doin’. Chrissie croaked in a strangely shaky whisper as if her throat were sore. As if she hadn’t seen him doing the same thing every night for months now. Typing some poems up you know me I used the computer to print them out at work although I occasionally print out a few here if we were on our way to the a reading and I hadn’t had time to print out a copy at work. But normally then I still just read the first drafts directly out of my note books. I’m not bothering you am I?

Naw, I’m still copying the poems out of my note book. It’s not like I’m writing anything new. So, unless you’ve come over here to try and start some shit then no you’re not bothering me. No, I couldn’t sleep I had the bad dream I woke up and wondered if you wouldn’t mind if I just sat here and watched. I promise I’ll be good.

Aaron turned around from the monitor and looked at her in the light of its glow her skin looked pale and clammy, she was covered in sweat, her eyes seemed far away and unfocused and there was an almost bluish tint to her lips. He reached up and brushed her hair back from her face. Jesus girl are you all right, did you get some bad dope or something!? You don’t look well at all. I’m ok it was just the bad dream. Aaron instinctively touched her cheeks then placed his palm over her forehead she was ice cold. Here, drink some of this. He commanded, giving Chrissie the remainder the coffee in his mug. She took the warm cup between both of her cold hands uttering a barely audible thanks before she took a few small sips. You gonna be alright kid?

Yeah I just don’t wanna go back to sleep. I keep having the same fucking nightmare.

Chrissie told him about all the other guys she had over when he wasn’t there. There was the perpetually drunk Mexican ex-boyfriend, double penetration by two businessmen from Trinidad who were staying at the hotel where she worked part-time nights at the desk. There was the time she picked up some guy driving down the freeway who blew his horn and waved her over one night.

They pulled off the freeway and parked in the parking lot at Denny’s on 75 central expressway where she snorted what he claimed was cocaine before she fucked him in the backseat of his car then she brought you the sloppy seconds and you know how sloppy she gets. Aaron listened as Chrissie rolled her friend over, his girlfriend Laurel, who lay not ten feet away from the green sofa they were sitting on in the sofa living room passed out drunk in the next room.

Arron got up and headed into the kitchen to get a beer. Chrissie curled up on her side and watched the movie until she fell asleep. Aaron sat at the desk in the dining room where a dining room table would normally be, he turned the pc on opened a blank word file and began typing up poems from his little black and white note book into the computer. The clock on the computer read 1:08 am.

Aaron lit a camel Turkish jade took a quick drag and passed it to Chrissie. She took a drag on his square while Aaron fished around in the ashtray by the monitor for a roach. He found the weed then quickly fired up the half a blunt that had been sitting there for weeks now untouched. In the glow of the cigarettes cherry it looked like the colour was returning to her face, but it was hard to tell with only the light from the monitor and the tiny reading lamp with its small light focused on his note book.

Are you sure I don’t need to get you to the hospital.

I’ll be fine, this happens all the time.

What’s wrong do you have low blood pressure or something? Aaron had no idea what he was talking about but he remembered one summer in high school his cousin blacking out while they were riding their bikes. He was cold and sweaty just like her and it was the middle of summer.

I have panic attacks in my sleep and when I have the bad dream I sometimes stop breathing. The bad dream? She spoke of it as if Aaron knew her secret language but he listened in that patient way that one must listen to the shattered, the broken and the demented. He found himself very much aware that he was listening intently to the voice of one of the damned. He didn’t really want to hear about her dreams. All he wanted to do right now was get back to work typing up his poems without the taste of her pain in his mind. But he knew that it was too late, that he had to sit here and just listen mercilessly for a while.

She was wrapped in her blanket, he lit another cigarette and waited for her to finish, it was the only decent thing to do. Her hair had fallen back down throwing shadows across her sunken face. Her voice seemed to float up like smoke out of the shroud like shadows. I can never remember seeing anything in the dream, everything is darkness. My mouth feels like it’s stuffed with sponges, I can’t breathe, it feels like I’m drowning, like I’m choking on something slimy, like I have raw eggs in my throat. I wake up then and throw up most times. I thought that you threw up because you were bulimic?

I am but I got lots of reasons to throw up. She smiled weakly at him.She had been having the same dream for as long as she could remember and none of the Mormon psychiatrist her parents sent her to wanted to see what the dream meant. It wasn’t a dream at all it was a memory. She wasn’t crazy. Her daddy had been fucking her face since she was a baby. The sick son of a bitch even came in her mouth. Daddy’s little girl had no idea what it all meant, no one wanted to, it was safer to lock her up or keep her sedated. It was easier to continue to pretend that she was insane instead of the world.

So, what do you girls talk about when I’m not here? Boys mostly. Really a house full of young women and they mostly talk about men? Yeah, we even had a house meeting after you and Laurel started dating. She made us all promise not to touch you no matter what. That’s why Laurel always halls ass to her room with you after the party starts. No shit. Yeah, she’s totally fucking possessive about you and totally hypocritical since she’s never had a problem with sharing a guy at a party before. Is that what everybody else thinks too.

Sure, but they wouldn’t tell you, it’s supposed to be a big secret. Ssssushhh…she giggled in the mad shadows of morning. You know, just between us girls. But I can tell you one thing for sure Kelley thinks she’s just being a greedy bitch by hogging you all to herself all the time. Especially since she’s made lots of her boyfriends eat Laurel out at parties before. You know any guy Kelley’s dating can’t get stoned enough to even think about Laurel.

So why did they do it? Because if you’re pretty enough you can make a guy do most anything if he’s horny enough and drunk enough. Arron returned to transcribing the poems from his note books into the computer as they passed the blunt and shared a single cup of coffee in the 3:14 am silence except the tapping of the keyboard. He could not look into her eyes any longer it was a funhouse mirror nightmare reflection of his own childhood she knew the could see what was sliding around in the shadows of each other eyes. He kept his back to her as he wept and burned with ancient rages and sorrows he kept working carrying on as usual. It was the right thing to do. It was the only thing he could do to fight off the madness. Tears covered the eyelids spectral memories coins for the childhoods dead.