GOLDEN GLOVES
A Sin City Yarn
Main Character:
Rafael Youth protagonist and antagonist
GOLDEN GLOVES
The rain washes away the dirt of Sin City, but can't seem to wipe the scum that hides in the lousy Saloons that have been so conveniently placed at every corner of every street. Occasions I walk into them, have a beer and look at the horny losers that call this place home. Its pathetic to see what Basin City has become, a sponge for violence, sex, and women, you can't forget the women. The goddesses of Sin City act sweet but deep inside, they're no better than the bastards that pay for them. A barmaid named Shellie walks up to me, in a sleazy excuse of a top that reminds me of a bad porno on HBO. "What'll be sugar?" she asks me, I smile and ask her if she knows any nice looking ladies. She leans close to me and whispers to meet her in the back in half an hour. This couldn't get any easier I tell myself. Twenty five minutes pass by like an old fart in crutches; I finish my sixth beer as Nancy finishes up the horny fags in the front. I stand up and begin my long walk to the back door. I reach into my jacket pocket and get my golden gloves. I put each one on slowly and push the back door open; Shellie is there, her clothing much more appropriate, she's probably off the clock. What is it about these dames in Sin City? Attracted to any guy that has any sense of power, poor things. She leads me up to her apartment, the hell whole smells like sex, booze, and smokes, she obviously doesn't like coming home alone and the love stink on her proves it. So we get on to talking and she mentions her sister, poor girl, killed in a car accident. I tell her that'll take her away from her troubles and she grabs on to me tight. Too easy. Our bodies join and I begin to make her forget all her troubles. Her breasts stay in perfect formation. We move from the bedroom to the living room and finally to the kitchen were I finish up. "Are you really there for me sugar?" she says to me as she wipes the tears from her eyes. "Shellie, you can call me Rafa." I reply. She smiles only for a moment, "Are you there for me?" "Baby, you have no idea". She steps into the shower, the curtain doesn't provide much cover but a girl like her isn't ashamed of what she got. I tighten my golden gloves and I open the shower curtain, she turns to me and smiles. I grab her mess of a hair and send her a package, courtesy of my fists. She falls to the floor screaming, she broke her ankle. I drag her to the sink and throw her forehead into the basin, AGAIN, and AGAIN, and AGAIN. I decide to stop the games and I lie down on her bloody body. I send my manhood into her womanhood as I hold her scrawny neck tight in between gloves. After a while, I don't feel a thing so I get up. Dames, useless.