CHAPTER 4
Colby pulled up to the small house on a secluded side street and parked. Climbing out of his car, he jiggled the keys in his hand as he walked up to the front door. He unlocked it and stepped into the darkened interior. Sunlight filtered through the faded curtains on the windows. The house was sparsely furnished with worn furniture and needed some minor repairs but Colby didn't intend to be here that much longer. This was his place, his secret hideaway where he could be himself away from the prying eyes of his peers. He had rented the house using a fake id that he kept safely tucked away in a safety deposit box in a downtown bank along with several personal papers and a stash of emergency cash.
He walked into the bedroom with the mattress and boxed springs lying on the floor and quickly changed from his neatly pressed pants and polo shirt into a pair of faded jeans and a muscle shirt that showed off his physique. The weekends were his time when he was free to troll the streets and pick up an occasional hooker who didn't mind if he got a little rough sometimes.
Transferring his wallet and his keys to his jeans, he left the house and drove to the a drive thru just down the street where he stopped for a bite to eat. When he had finished, he tossed the used bag into the back seat and drove to the downtown area where he began to cruise the streets. It was still early for the hookers he preferred to be out and about but he spotted a bar just down the block. In flashing neon lights the sign read 'O'Hares'. It looked like a likely place to kill some time, so he parked his car around the corner and walked back to the bar.
Inside the lights were dim and the air was filled with smoke. A jukebox at the back of the room near the pool tables blared loudly and loud voices blurred into the background. It was similar to a hundred other small bars scattered throughout the city. Colby found an empty stool at the end of the crowded bar and sat down.
A heavy set waitress with bleached blonde hair and too much makeup strolled over to take his order. She smiled at Colby and batted her false eyelashes flirtatiously
"What can I get you, handsome?"
Ignoring her blatant attempts at seduction, Colby said "Give me a beer with a tequila chaser and keep 'em coming."
"You got it, hot cakes." She said as she walked away swinging her ample hips from side to side as if she thought she was hot stuff. Colby spun around on his stool and let his eyes sweep across the faces in the crowd. There were the usual power drinkers, hookers looking to turn a quick trick, employees getting off work who stopped for a drink on their way home, cheating spouses looking for a one night stand, underage kids with fake id's out for a cheap thrill, and probably a couple of pissed off wives or husbands looking for their cheating spouses. They were all there.
Suddenly, Colby's eyes narrowed as he spotted a familiar figure at the pool table. Starsky. Colby let a slow grin spread across his fist. This night just got a whole lot more interesting. They weren't on academy grounds and nobody knew Colby in this place. He could beat the shit out of Starsky and nobody would be the wiser. And Starsky wouldn't be stupid enough to identify him as his attacker because even if they weren't on academy property they could both still get kicked out for conduct unbecoming a potential officer of the BCPD.
Colby downed his shot in one quick swallow and then sat there sipping his beer as he watched Starsky in action. The man moved with an effortless fluid grace as he lined up his shots. And those painted on jeans he was wearing showed off his ass and the impressive bulge between his legs. Dressed like that the man should have been arrested for public indecency. Three women stood off to one side watching the game and oogling Starsky's every move.
As he leaned over to take a shot, one of the women stepped forward and boldly grabbed his ass. Starsky started and missed his shot. He straightened up turned to look at the woman with an easy smile. He leaned in and stole a quick kiss before returning his attention to his pool game. The woman giggled and returned to her friends.
When he finished his game, he hooked up with the woman who had grabbed his ass and the two of them walked over to a secluded booth in the back corner. Colby watched as the two of them began to cuddle. He finished his beer as he continued to watch the couple with interest. He had three more drinks before he saw Starsky stand up and make his way to the men's room in the back of the bar.
A satisfied smile crept over Colby's face as he stood up and made his way through the crowd after his intended victim. Starsky was standing at one of the urinals taking care of business when Colby entered the restroom. Observing the common courtesy of men's room etiquette Starsky kept his head down and didn't look up to see who had entered the room. Colby immediately took advantage of the situation with a surprise attack. He landed a solid blow to Starsky's left kidney that caused the brunet to gasp in pain and stumble backwards away from the urinal. He turned to face his assault, his hand balled into fists.
Colby smirked when he realized that Starsky hadn't had time to zip his pants. His cock was still hanging out on display. Colby noticed that Starsky didn't have to stuff his pants to give the illusion that he was bigger then he really was. He was impressed.
"Colby?" Starsky growled without relaxing from his defensive stance. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Looking at you with your dick hanging out." Colby said sneered. "You fit right in here don't you? Nothing but white trash and tramps."
"What does that say about you?" Starsky shot back. "You out slumming or looking to score?"
"Actually, I figured I'd just take the opportunity to beat the shit out of you." Colby taunted him as the two men circled each other warily.
"You think you're man enough to take me down?" Starsky taunted back "Go ahead and give it your best shot. I ain't gonna go down easy."
Colby smiled as he looked for his opening. He knew Starsky's style from watching his fights during self defense classes and that gave him an advantage over his opponent, unfortunately, it gave Starsky the same advantage over him. The two men had never fought each other in class and Colby had a few tricks up his sleeve that Starsky didn't know about. He had a feeling that Starsky had a few moves of his own that Colby hadn't seen yet.
Without warning, the two men lunged at each other and Starsky landed the first punch, catching Colby with a hard left hook. Being left handed gave Starsky the element of surprise since most of his opponents had a dominant right hand. Colby staggered back a step and countered with a wicked right cross that caught Starsky square in the jaw. The blow would have stunned a lesser man but Starsky stayed on his feet.
The two men continued to exchange blows, neither one giving an inch, until Colby saw his chance and lashed out with a vicious side kick that caught Starsky squarely in the groin. The brunet cried out in pain and fell to the floor on his right side cupping his hands around his genitals protectively. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Colby landed another vicious kick to Starsky's groin and then straddled the man. He began punching Starsky with his fists in the face and in the ribs until his nemesis finally lost consciousness. Panting heavily from the exertion Colby staggered to his feet and landed one final kick to the side of Starsky's face before turning to leave the men's room.
He casually made his way to the exit and left the bar, his heart pounding with excitement and his body flooded with adrenalin. He walked back to his car and climbed inside. Starting the engine he paused for a minute to tally his own injuries from the fight. He had some sore ribs, a bloody nose and a slight gash over his left eye. Satisfied that the only other visible sign that he had been in a fight was his scraped and bruised knuckles, he began cruising the streets until he saw a familiar face. Holly, a perky little redheaded hooker with fake boobs, that didn't mind the kinky trade or being knocked around a little if the price was right.
She smiled recognizing his car when he pulled up beside her. Without saying a word she opened the door and slid into the front seat beside him. Colby drove back to his hideaway in silence and they went inside. Three hours later he was bored with her company and sent her on her way with a fistful of money and a few more bruises to add to her collection.
Walking into the tiny bathroom, he took a quick shower and then dried off. He put some antiseptic on his knuckles and then walked back into the bedroom, throwing himself down on top of the mattress without bothering to dress. Soon he was sleeping soundly.
