Chapter 7 : Tease
It's been a month and the Holmes family has pretty much adjusted to Caineville. Sid and Ginger work jobs to support the family. Sid works at Mac's shop, slowly becoming friends with Mac. Ginger works at the Mesa Luna and is joined at the hip to Cassie.
When Cassie and Ginger aren't working they hangout around Mac's group because Cassie is Gage's woman. The lack of fear in Ginger mesmerizes Mac. He wants to claim every part of her, but has so far kept his distance due to Walter insistence on observing the new people. Ginger has been taunting Mac since they met at the Luna Mesa. She knows he wants her so she goes out of her way to flaunt her body for him and show off like she's shaking a steak in front of a starving dog. Mac is very close to snapping if it wasn't for the whores in this town to take out his depravities on he would have grabbed that steak and tear her apart.
While Ginger and Sid are busy perfecting their double lives, Marshall is in charge of overseeing the shop. This allows him time to chase his other interests such as the 2 severed heads with the shiniest hair he's ever seen and his new collection of various lips that he has stored in a yellow envelope that's coincidentally stamped 'evidence'. His girlfriend-heads are still frozen over. He can't wait to see how taking them to the family table is going to go over.
Live tissue, bones, and organs are how the Holmes really make their money. For one kidney the street value is $30 grand. People will pay ridiculous amounts of money for a healthy organ if they are in need of one. The Holmes are harvesters of dead and living tissues.
You know business is doing well when there are missing person signs wall-papered everywhere and the cops all have their thumbs up their asses, fucking clueless. Ginger couldn't have picked a better place. The police are extra dumb. When Deputy Harley watches the bar for tourists and college students he spends more time checking out Ginger's tits then anything else. Then if she asks him a question like "can you tell that asshole over to refrain from slapping my ass?" He's so weighed down with boner-guilt himself that he can barely get the words out.
Malachy is loving Caineville. He takes full advantage of Devon. He definitely has the hots for his mom. He has asked her out at least times and is always trying to walk her home after her shift, what an ass. Malachy told his mom not to tell him to get lost because he keeps giving him free food and drink. Besides, what's more normal than pimping out your mom?
Right now his job is 'to be a kid' as Ginger puts it. He is young enough that everything is easy on him. He is just expected to earn excellent grades so he can get into a good medical school later on, and don't do anything stupid. Every Holmes goes to medical school. It's what makes them special.
Malachy hasn't managed to make any friends yet but he has managed to get in trouble 3 times for beating the shit out of 2 other kids at school that were trying to pick on him. The principle suggested that Ginger punish him and she asked, "why?"
Cassie and Ginger sat in Dunken Doughnuts. They chatted as they sipped their coffee. "Ugh!" Cassie moaned, "why is Walter putting in a mechanical bull, karaoke and a stripper pole? Have we no decency?"
"What? Me & you? No. We will be the first ones up there. Fucking classy. Sober. Cassie guess what were gonna sing?" Ginger laughed.
"Knowing you're fucked up mind it's probably demented. I will later wonder how I got dragged into this then realize it's because I am also fucked up."
"Sid wants us to sing Cassie Eats Cockroaches but we are better than that!"
Cassie laughed spitting up some of her coffee, "but not by much, you sing that song to me during work all the time. So what are we going with?"
Ginger smirked, "I don't sing Cassie Eats Cockroaches to you I recite it! Anyway, you told me you wanted funny right? This is a rap song so you probably don't know it because it's not metal but it is hilarious it's called 'Put It In Your Mouth."
"Fantastic. It already makes me think of last weekend when we were leaving the bar and walking back to your place. We were slammered and you were yelling sexual things at Mac and Gage fucked up things, then we started singing."
The two laughed and started singing, off-key, "touch-a touch-a touch me!"
"Speaking of last weekend. How's your nose?" Ginger asked about Cassie's new septum piercing.
"It sucks. It hurts so bad. Gage keeps picking my nose, it makes me wanna cry."
"Mine felt like that. In a few months you won't even feel it. You'll be a real freak."
"Is it bad that I just want to blow my nose? I just can't because it hurts so bad"
"Put some spoons in the freezer! Sit on the couch with them pressed up your nose like a weirdo! Feels so good!"
"So good?" Cassie laughed, and glanced at her phone. "Shall we go bring the boys some coffee?"
Ginger stuck her tongue out disapprovingly, "ugh! I guess so! I need to talk to Sid about Malachy's birthday present."
"Aunt Cassie is getting him a case of beer and a hooker. What does he want from his momma?"
"That would be funny if there wasn't a chance Malachy didn't request that from you. He wants a dog."
"I love your son. If he was legal I would marry him. Gage knows this. When he becomes legal I'ma take him."
"I don't think I'm going to allow that Cass. That's my baby."
"Mine too."
Cassie and Ginger ordered 3 ice coffees and drove to the auto body shop. Noticing there were no customer cars in the lot Cassie chuckled, "why they're not busy at all!"
Ginger pointed towards Alisha's car. "Aw fuck. Should we have got her a coffee?"
Cassie looked around, "You got an empty cup in here? I gotta piss."
They got out of the car and headed for the door. Ginger laughed, "what flavor coffee would it be? You know like vanilla, hazelnut didn't you get cinnamon flavored?"
"It would be Cassie-piss! Made for dumb little girls who flirt with Cassie's boyfriend."
"I'll admit it weirds me out how she won't let us just walk over to them. Like why must I greet her first? The fuck am I going to steal?"
When they get to the counter Cassie picks up a stapler and hands it to Ginger. "Here take this."
Alisha looks up from what has to be Facebook and rolls her eyes at Ginger and Cassie. "Yes?"
Cassie answers, "no."
Ginger doesn't feel like seeing how far they'll go today. "We are here for Sid, Mac and Gage."
"Mostly Gage." Cassie taunted. "Do you think you can get off your self-important ass and page him or whatever?"
Ginger gave Cassie a look, "be nice!"
"O I am super nice. It's just come on they're probably all out back smoking pot and circle jerking." Cassie said motioning with her wrist.
Alisha went out back. As soon as she was out of sight Cassie started laughing hysterically.
Ginger glanced at her then asked, "you must have skipped the punch line. What's so funny?"
"I was just thinking that I would really enjoy breaking her leg."
"Yeah best not say those thoughts out loud, Miss Cassie."
"Look who's talking! You're fucking insane! I don't want to repeat what came out of your mouth when that other car cut us off at the stop sign earlier, I'm too afraid for my immortal soul."
Alisha slowly walked back. She looked at Ginger and Cassie and with a can't-be-bothered tone said, they're just straight out back."
"You know we knew that right?" Ginger asked, "We could have walked back there ourselves and not bothered you."
Alisha didn't say anything. She just sat down and continued to play with Facebook.
As Ginger and Cassie walked, Cassie whispered to Ginger, "I gotta ask Gage what I have to do to skip the Alisha introduction when I come here. I bet its something vile like kiss him or something."
Cassie and Gage's relationship is very similar to stripper and customer because Cassie refuses to let him kiss, hug, and sometimes touch her. Gage is always trying to get at her but Cassie is the infernal ice queen.
Outback of the shop Sid, Mac and Gage were under an awning, away from the sun, smoking cigarettes. Gage was fiddling with a radio, "if I can get this thing working, at least we'll have some noise."
Mac was leaning up against the building with his eyes closed like a predator at rest, "don't put anything stupid on!"
Sid noticed the girls approaching. He was fishing around in his coverall pockets for something. "Thank what ever dark lord sent you ladies here!"
Gage looked up and gasped, "fuck yeah coffee!" He grabbed a cup from Cassie, "thank you babe!"
Cassie narrow her eyes and asked, "is this what you do all day?"
Ginger smiled and gave Mac and Sid their coffees. Sid answered Cassie's question, "naw in a bit we'll get a 3 way going."
"Hey bro," Ginger said to Sid, "think you can get out early? I spoke to Marshall and he's going to need your help moving that couch."
Sid thought for a second, "are you going be around case we need you?"
"I'll have my phone on and I won't go too far."
Sid looked at Mac, "so what do you think, boss, can I duck out of here early?"
Mac responded, "there ain't a lot to do I was just gonna suggest we all escape."
"Yes!" Gage beamed, "I can give you a ride, Cassie. Sid can get a ride with his sister and can get that couch moved!"
After the group split up Mac headed over to the Luna Mesa to see what junk Walter had for him to take care of. When Mac told Walter of Sid and Ginger's "couch" story he immediately called bullshit. Walter has been keeping tabs on the new family since Ginger knead Mac in the crouch. He has had Mac look through the house and has found everything eerily neat in the common areas, Ginger's room and the kid's room. Mac couldn't find where Marshall and Sid were sleeping just many locked doors and covered windows.
"They rent that fucking property from me you dumb shit, including the furniture!" Walter snipped.
"So?"
"That means they can't get rid of shit without asking me. I haven't heard them. Why the story? Go see what they're really doing."
Mac groaned and headed out the door. Mac decided to take Devon's piece of shit jeep so he wasn't noticeable and followed the explorer. He caught up to Sid and Ginger's trail in time to find Sid dropping Ginger off at the cottage.
Sid reached in his pocket, took out his cellphone and shut it off. He threw the phone in the backseat than searched under the passenger-side seat for a colt 45 pistol and his hunting knife. Sid checked the pistol for bullets and made sure the safety was on and hide it behind his shirt. Sid stuffed the knife in his boot as obvious as possible.
He turned off on a barren road that was coincidentally named "Castle Road," something Ginger thought too good to pass up. He drove down the road about a mile and stopped at what Mac knew was an abandoned barn. Walter owned the property and was just sitting on it.
Sid got out of the car and whistled. Marshall appeared from inside the barn. Mac overheard them talk. Sid asked, "Ginger said you need me?"
"Yeah we have an order for an articulated foot." Marshall sounded stressed, "Having a some trouble with getting this one to stay still."
Marshall continued, "I've got everything ready, I even set up the acid vat cause I know you like to use that to throw yours away, when you do."
"You making the foot?" Sid asked.
"Of course." Marshall smiled. "Just get me all them parts."
As Sid and Marshall disappeared in the barn Mac crept in front of a small window for a closer look. He almost couldn't believe his eyes at the sight laid out before him. The barn is set up like a cross between a mad scientist's lab and a medieval torture chamber. Mac saw esoteric tools that came directly from horror movies where the dead would be cut open laid out everywhere. In the corner was a bond and gagged victim.
Mac watched with a fiendish grin. If a normal person had stumbled upon this gruesome show they would be alarmed. Mac is fascinated and mesmerized, excited to see where this is going. This seems like a large-scale operation maybe he could learn something.
Marshall walks over the victim. "See Sid one of my problems is that the customer wants a male foot. Ginger said no construction workers or anything like that because they grow extra bones on their feet. I found this fella. He's a student. Been watching him all week and he's barely left his computer. No extra bones there! My other problem is he's a feisty mother fucker! He kicks something fierce!"
Sid nodded and looked around until an idea fell into his head. He approached the whimpering student and yelled, "get up boy, today's the most important day of your life. It's the day you're gonna die!"
Sid dragged him toward a different side of the barn, that was originally the place where animals would be slaughtered. This area featured large meat hooks hanging from the ceiling. The traditional purpose of these hooks was to hang-up a recently flayed pig, or other large animal, to allow all the blood to drain from the dead animal to a bucket on the ground for collection. Sid commands Marshall to, "hold that fucken hook still!"
Sid picks the student up and, with one movement, suspends him by his back on a meat hook. A river of blood glides down the hook as the long hook severs the student's spinal cord. The student thrashes for a minute but eventually shock sets in. He is still alive but barely. Sid smirks and looks at Marshall, "how's that?"
"Some of your finest work brother!"
The student lets out a gurgling whisper that sounds a lot like he's egging the brothers on calling them pussies and other effeminate words. This crosses a line with Marshall and he's suddenly seeing red. He stomps off.
Sid noticed and starts to laugh at the student, "boy you done fucked yourself now! You think I'm a pussy. Now you have to deal with my brother!"
Marshall comes back wielding a chainsaw. He roars, "Who's a pussy now huh?"
The student screams as Marshall saws off one of his legs. Sid and Marshall both laugh and bask in their little victory. Neither of them noticed that Ginger has stood in the doorway watching the chaos unfold. Lucky for Mac, who is thoroughly enjoying himself, no one has noticed him either.
"What. The. Fuck. Is. This?" Ginger asked lividly.
Marshall stammered to explain himself, "he wouldn't quit moving so Sid hung him up."
"I wasn't asking about that. The order was for one foot. I see a badly amputated limb, that's just sloppy craftsmanship, a huge mess and not to mention a giant waste."
Sid asked, "huh?"
"We just required the foot. Someone would have bought that spine you shattered or that kneecap you ripped off."
"Well when they do we will get what they want from others." Sid said.
Ginger rolled her eyes and ordered. "I have to get ready for work. You two need to pick up this mess and get this order ready to go out."
As she closed the barn door she heard the sound of branches rustling. She looked towards the sound and saw Mac peering through a window. He didn't seem to noticed her. She snuck up behind him and leaned in close, taking him in. "Hey there!" She whispered as he jumped in surprise. "What brings you here?"
Mac lied, "I'm just checking on the property for Walter. What are you doin here?"
"You want to give me a ride home?" Ginger said making her best pathetic face and switching the conversation subject. "I'd be real grateful." She licked her pink lips suggestively and winked at him, "if you know what I'm saying."
The way Ginger went in and assumed command over that bloody displace had Mac as stiff as a board. Right now he could careless what they were up to.
"Get in." Mac ordered.
Ginger wasn't in the truck for 2 seconds when Mac was at her. She held up her hands "woah cowboy. That ain't what I agreed to."
Mac demanded, "fuck you this truck ain't moving till something happens! Maybe I should tell the cops what you got going on in that barn?" Mac raised his fist and backhanded Ginger with a loud smack. Ginger barely flinched and yawned, "I like to play rough. You got another one in ya?"
"Shut the fuck up and take your god damn pants off," Mac roared, "before I rip em off with my huntin knife."
Ginger rolled her eyes and picked at her nails. "Promises promises. Heres the deal. I'll blow you but not till we're parked outside the bar I work at. Take it or leave Romeo."
"I'm gonna pull that thing outta your fucken nose." Mac threatened talking about her septum ring.
"Is that a yes or a no?"
Mac started the truck and threw it in reverse. Without looking he backed out of Castle Road fast. He was on the main road in seconds driving at dangerous speeds. At this point his hard-on was pretty much doing the driving. He looked over at Ginger as she stared out of the window with a smug look of victory. He was going to do what she said alright. While she was sucking him off he will grab her and take everything from her.
He smirked as he pulled into the Luna Mesa. Mac parked in the back of the lot. Powered off the truck. He leaned back in his seat and put his arms behind his head. "Ok bitch, we're here now pay up!" Mac unzipped his coveralls and took out his impressive manhood. "Start sucken and don't forget my balls."
Ginger smirked sheepishly at him. "I don't intend to."
Mac didn't notice when Ginger grab her switch-blade with one hand and his balls with the other.
Outraged, Mac was definitely going to slowly kill this bitch. He roared "stupid bitch! What the fuck are you doing?"
"I'm not stupid. I'm a tease and I'm leaving. If you intend on keeping your balls don't move. I will not hesitate to snip em off. They're not worth shit, this just make me laugh. I've got lots to do today and can't afford any trouble right now. So you keep your fucken mouth shut and you'll keep your balls."
Ginger got out of the truck. Before she closed the door behind her Mac promised, "I'm gonna fucking kill you!"
She warned, "Do not fuck with me. I've cut balls off badder boys for less."
Ginger was in a chipper mood. Before she left for work she got dressed in a white dress that looked like an over-sized golf shirt. She put a tan and gold belt over it to break up the white and to give herself an excuse to wear her tan-colored heals. To decorate her slender arms she chose a few gold bracelets but only on one wrist, because she didn't want to sound too noisy. She teased her long hair so it appeared breezy yet put together.
When Ginger arrived at the Luna Mesa she was only about to take about 3 steps in the parking lot before the horn free a jeep rang and caught her attention. She looked over and saw Cassie waving, "Ginger, we have a good 10 minutes before we have to go in there. Come, smoke!"
They sat in Cassie's jeep and smoked cigarettes. Neither was looking forward to the hell that awaited them. As she snuffed out her smoke, Ginger said, "I think we should just get as drunk as possible so tomorrow all this will seem like a bad dream."
Cassie and Ginger walked into the Luna Mesa. Ginger laughed when she saw that Devon's cousin, Tommy, was hired to operate the mechanical bull. "I feel like a monkey with a brain tumor is more qualified!"
Cassie pointed over by the pole and the karaoke, "you think that's bad check out the MC!"
"Is that Devon?"
"That is Devon."
"I'm going to need some alcoholism to help me through this." Ginger approached Walter, who was standing behind the bar, and asked, "so do we get free drinks because we're the show this evening?"
Walter nodded. "Just don't get greedy."
"I want a grateful dead and..."
"Sounds dark. What does that taste like?" Cassie asks.
"Like grape juice sorta."
"Walter, I also want a grateful dead."
Walter handed the drinks to them and Ginger raised her glass and said, "we are going to put a few of these down then get fun."
About 2 hours later Ginger and Cassie were on their 3rd round. They watched as some local hussies, including a barely dressed Alisha, sang along with Lady Gaga. Mac and Gage came into the bar in a fury. The two seemed pissed off about something that sounded an awful lot like money. Gage went over to the table the girls were at and sat down while Mac went for a bottle of whiskey and 2 shot glasses. He slammed the whiskey and glasses at the table and complained, "this is fucken stupid! If I wanted to see whores dance to shitty music I'd go to the fucken strip club!" His eyes narrowed in on Ginger, "what the fuck are you looking at?"
"A very grumpy man." Ginger answered in a goofy tone.
Cassie laughed, "Gage did you know that the disco-stick that those extra classy ladies are referring to is actually a dick?"
Gage just looked at her.
"Just checking. So Ginger, I think we are on next."
"We should take a couple of shots of something, ya know? Get our balls up." Ginger suggested.
Cassie awkwardly stood up. "Let's take a shot or two of Goldschlager so my puke will sparkle later."
"Sounds delightful."
Gage looked at Mac. "Those 2 are trashed."
"Good. Ginger has to learn some respect it'll be easier to teach her if she's complacent." Mac plotted.
Mac and Gage watched as Cassie and Ginger approached the karaoke stage. Gage groaned, "I hope they are really singing that dirty song Cassie said she was singing. I don't feel like getting arrested tonight."
Devon announced the singers and that it was the last song of the night. The drunken crowd went wild. The melody streamed out as Cassie and Ginger the words seductively:
"I would die for you, I would die for you, I've been dying just to feel you by my side, To know that you're mine. I will cry for you, I will cry for you. I will wash away your pain with all my tears, and drown your fear. I will pray for you. I will pray for you. I will sell my soul for something pure and true, someone like you, see your face every place that I walk in, hear your voice every time I am talking, you will believe in me, and I will never be ignored."
After they finished singing, Ginger walked over to Mac and pulled him out of his chair. Ginger caught his eyes and spoke sweetly to him, "Hey cowboy, how bout we dance huh?"
Before he could make a decision Ginger pulled him closer to the juke box. While she selected a song she held Mac's arms around her. Mac whispered in her ear as he pulled her closer, "I ain't forget what you did. You're gonna pay for that!"
Without saying a word she turned around. Both sets of blue eyes met. Ginger leaned into Mac savagely claiming his mouth. After a long, drugging kiss she bit his lower lip cause a low moan to escape. Mac was furious that she made that noise come out for him usually he collect soft whines and moans from his lovers. This will not go unpunished.
Ginger broke the kiss and pressed the play button on the juke box. Dark and beautiful music drained out of the speakers and in to the bar:
"Ring around my lover,
I'm a mother fucker,
Gashes gashes...
Your mouth blooms like a cut,
Sweet and full of sin
I prick myself on your thorns
And I bleed within.
Your leaves fade to brown
And I watch you die
In my torture garden
Under black sunshine.
My beautiful flower
He loves me not, he loves me
He loves me not, he loves me
He loves me not, he loves me
He loves me not, he loves me
He loves me not, he loves me
He loves me not, he loves me
He loves me not, he loves me
We all fall down
Our love starts to spoil
Your lips bleed like a rose
Underneath the soil
Is where the evil grows
Your petals start to fall
And the weeds attack
In my torture garden
The blue sky is black
My beautiful flower
He loves me not, he loves me
He loves me not, he loves me
He loves me not, he loves me
He loves me not, he loves me
He loves me not, he loves me
He loves me not, he loves me
He loves me not, he loves me
We all fall down
Your mouth blooms like a cut
Sweet and full of sin
I prick myself on your thorns
And I bleed within
Our love starts to spoil,
Your lips bleed like a rose
Underneath the soil
Is where the evil grows,
I am earth
You can feel me touch you
Hear me breath,
'Cause it's my air that
loves you
And I am fire,
You will feel me burn you
Come inside and I'll be water with you
He loves me not, he loves me
He loves me not, he loves me
He loves me not, he loves me
He loves me not, he loves me
He loves me not, he loves me
He loves me not, he loves me
He loves me not, he loves me"
Maybe it's the music or the electricity in the air that is making the room shake and the temperature rise.
Ginger swayed her body to the music. Mac placed his rough hands on her sultry hips. The heat that radiates between them causes Ginger to almost lose her breath. Mac is completely bewitched. He moves in sync with her body with short ragged breaths. Sweat slicks his skin as, he ground his body into Ginger's so she can feel his aching bulge.
So close, their bodies almost touch. She can feel the hot heat from Mac's breath on her shoulder. She whispers to him breathlessly, "still going to make me pay?"
He answers lustfully, "you have no idea."
Here are the songs I used:
Garbage - #1 Crush
My Ruin - My Beautiful Flower