“Bambi!” Trikk yells, beelining for me. I let him get his arms around me before I push him away. I don’t say a word as I walk around to the back of him. I rub my hand down his back, and he shivers.
I palm the dagger, hiding it until I need them to know about it. My eyes zero in on Ghost, standing stock-still, staring at me with misery on his face.
“Now, now,” I shush Trikk, while reaching up and holding the blade to his throat. I hear yelps of fear echo through the large area. Grinning, I motion towards Ghost. “Come here.”
He walks right up, no hesitation. “Don’t do this, Malishka. We are so sorry.”
“Way too late for that. Now, I want you on your fucking knees.”
Eyes distraught, he slowly lowers himself to the floor. I feel Trikk’s shoulders shake with sorrow.
“Undo his pants,” I order Ghost.
“What?” They both say at the same time.
“You heard me! Undo his pants.”
He looks up at Trikk, and Trikk gives a nod.
Ghost hesitantly unbuttons his jeans, lowering the zipper, then sits back on his heels. “What now?”
“Take out his dick.”
Gasps sound out around me, so I decide to make this one hell of a spectacle. I announce loudly, “Who wants to see the playboy get his dick sucked?”
People start crowding in. I look at Ghost, motioning to his friend. “You heard me... get to sucking.”
Ghost heaves a sob, looking up at Trikk. “I’m sorry, man.”
Getting angrier, I slide the blade across Trikk’s throat, sending blood trickling into his collar. “No! You don’t get to be sorry, you putrid piece of shit!”
Tears rolling down Ghost’s cheeks and he leans closer, taking Trikk’s dick in his hand.
“Well? Get it hard!” I command.
I step slightly to the side, positioning myself in front enough to watch the show. He strokes it, and it stands to attention. Trikk’s dick so hard, it’s throbbing.
“Hmmm, seems like playboy wants that blowjob...”
A few groans and whimpers from girls filter through. I look to the crowd. “If you’re turned on, go ahead and get yourselves off. I don’t mind.”
I turn back, impatient. Ghost slowly slides his open mouth along Trikk’s dick. He swallows him down.
“Suck!” I demand. He starts pulling him in and out of his mouth, and Trikk groans loudly.
I see from my peripheral vision a few of the girls have their skirts pushed up, rubbing their pussies. The guys are avidly watching them, dicks hard in their pants.
Trikk starts pumping his hips, moaning. Ghost has panic in his eyes, but doesn’t stop.
“You going to come, Trikkie?” I look at him, and he holds my gaze as his hips snap faster. “Come all over his face.”
“Sorry, bro,” he groans, abruptly pulling out of Ghost’s mouth, and shoots his load all over him.
I laugh. “Good boys.” I look back at the onlookers. “I hope you all enjoyed the show. Carry on.”
I withdraw the blade from Trikk’s throat, stepping back and away. I continue to laugh as I turn my back and go on my way.
Trikk
