Chapter 6: Epilogue: Clean Tips
The darkness and rain bordered the light emanating from a door opened to an alley. A man, ragged and old, but with a designer suit, shielded his brow from the rain in an attempt to see vistors he was expecting. An old and dirty sign that read "Goodspeed Crematorium Parking. Entrance in Front," the only other visible feature.
The rain stopped suddenly, surprising the old man as the forecast called for an all night rain, turning he met the two men he was waiting for. One was a thin, dark-haired man, Alexis Thompson. The other was a tall, slender man with a polished bald head, Will.
"I see you've arrived, Mr. Thompson." The old man greeted, acknowledging the ominous arrival. "And your silent friend." The old man continued, indicating Will's presence. "Punctual. I like that."
"Ah, the good doctor. A pleasure." Alexis replied with a nod.
"I have a name you know," murmured the old doctor, prompting Alexis to reply by circling his hands with a flourish, indicating a lack of desire to learn. "Yeah, probably for the best. Well whatever, come on in." The old doctor gestured, leading the way inside the Crematorium, the rain returning as soon as Alexis and Will entered.
They followed him through dimly lit corridors, the smell of death thick in the air. "Welcome to my humble abode." The old doctor said, turning on lights to the Furnace Room, revealing a cot and streamer trunk in the corner.
"The proprietors allow you to live here in the Crematorium?" Alexis questioned, wiping dust off a shelf and rubbing it between his gloved fingers.
The old doctor hesitated briefly before replying, "Well, you see, Mr. Thompson, it's not really the proprietors who allow me to stay here. They don't even know about my little secret place. I've been living here for years, well hidden from prying eyes." He explained. "I figured, whatever they don't know, won't hurt them."
"Indeed." Alex snipped. "Well, I'll be curt. The experiment was a success. Your research bore fruit, much to my surprise. Well done."
"Then I'll return your curtness, young man." The old doctor said with a wry smile. "You next tried to reverse-engineer my research, in an attempt to cut me out completely, but it didn't work. Did it?" The old doctor asked, leaning forward, his eyes sharp and probing. Alexis simply sighed and folded his hands.
"Ha!" The old doctor cackled. "And it won't, not without this. All of the research I didn't give you. So let's deal." He stated, holding a hard-drive in his hands.
While the negotiations began, Will probed every facet of the room, opening the door to the Crematorium's furnace, studying it's controls, noticing the stainless gurney used to load the furnace.
Alexis studied the bulky, tower-based hard drive. "How quaint." He quipped.
"Yeah well, better than losing all of your research in the wash because you left your pin-drive in a pocket." The old doctor retorted. "Double."
Alexis' eyes burned at the old man, but he remained silent.
"Not because you tried to cut me out, which you never admitted." The old man conceded, giving Alexis a way to save face. "But double because, as you said, it worked, far better than you imagined. Scarily so, as I've witnessed firsthand many times before your experiment."
Alexis pursed his lips and nodded to Will. Will looked at the old doctor and patted his jacket in the same location the old doctor's phone was in his.
Pulling it out, in shock that Will knew where it was, the old doctor opened his phone and seeing a deposit in his bank account, noted the amount. "Hot damn!" He exclaimed with excitement, slapping his knee. "I'm finally making money from my brainchild! It's about time." He said to the wall with pride, hands on hips.
He then paused and turning to Alexis asked, "So, uh, that Michael kid, is he okay? The version I gave him was powerful stuff." The old doctor finished, showing some remorse.
"He's actually recovered. Michael is now better than ever." Alexis commented, raising an eyebrow.
"Is that right? How, may I ask?" The old doctor wondered aloud, intrigued.
"He met the right woman." Alexis murmured, a hint of admiration in his voice.
"That must have been one fine piece of ass." The old doctor posited, chuckling slightly in surprise.
"Yes, she's very special." Alexis admitted. Will simply smiled.
"Interesting." The old doctor mused, taking his phone back out of his pocket and glancing at it again. "It seems I need to do more research. If my original product wasn't enough to hold him." The old doctor continued. "I mean he actually called me with his massive, swollen dick in hand, shaking it!" The old doctor laughed, then he paused, a small frown appearing on his face.
The old doctor, realizing that perhaps these two men held deeper feelings for Michael and his mysterious lover than first appeared, retreated, "But, I did feel bad for him, you know. My oath as a doctor and all." The old doctor confessed, still trying to justify his intentions.
"Well then," Alexis quickly retorted, "It's a good thing you are not an actual doctor." He sneered.
"I am a doctor!" The old doctor argued. "At least, I was one." The old doctor corrected himself, defensive, yet still maintaining a hint of pride.
"I was a somebody. I was on my way up, and then..." The old doctor's regret turned to righteous indignation. "Those fucking tattletales!" He spat. "What kind of world is this when people go running to the police over some harmless research?" He shook his head, disgusted.
Will's expression turned stoic, unreadable, and Alexis simply crossed his arms, unperturbed.
"No, it was the photos. Those fucking photos!" The old doctor raged, spittle flying from his mouth. "It's the photos that get you."
Will slid behind the old doctor.
Alexis retorted with a hint of amusement. "On that, we agree." Alexis simply nodded at Will.
In an imperceivably fast and fluid motion, Will spun the old doctor's head in place, killing him instantly, causing him to drop his phone. With the momentum of the falling body, he directed in onto the gurney in one clean jerk. Then in an almost bowling motion, Will pushed the gurney and it's subject into the furnace with a fluid follow through. It was then a simple matter or starting the furnaces cycle, which Will did with precision.
"You show too much mercy, my old friend." Alexis whispered. "I would have burned him alive."
Will simply shrugged, causing Alexis to chuckle. "Take his phone and divide all of the good doctor's 'earnings' amongst his many victims." Alexis commanded. Will picked up the phone and after a flurry of inputs, a single swipe, and a 'whoosh,' he turned and simply nodded at Alexis.
Alexis nodded back, now staring at the hard drive in his hand, he noted. "We are one step closer my friend, to Paradise. Let's head back."
As the flames engulfed the old doctor's body, Will's gaze lingered momentarily on the dead body, a mixture of respect and sadness passing across his expression. Then, he turned away, leaving the crematorium.
Back at the house, Bermuda finally took the opportunity to properly wash herself after the days events.
She stepped into the steamy bathroom, closing the door behind her. Turning on the shower, she allowed the hot water to cascade down her naked body, cleansing her of the day's stress. As the water ran down her skin, caressing her curves, she couldn't help but feel a sense of release, both physical and emotional. She felt as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.
Steam enveloped her, creating a warm cocoon around her. She took a deep breath, allowing herself to fully relax. Her fingers traced her own body, exploring her curves. Bermuda let her imagination run wild, visualizing Michael, someone who could bring her pleasure like no other.
In her fantasies, she found solace, embracing her sexuality as she touched herself, feeling the heat build within her. Her moans echoed through the steamy bathroom, fueling her arousal.
The soft sound of dripping water echoed through the steamy bathroom, creating an atmosphere of sensual intimacy. Bermuda found herself lost in the moment, her heart racing as her desire grew stronger. The steam seemed to wrap itself around her, encasing her in a world of erotic indulgence.
Her hands, slippery with soap, moved over her body in slow, tantalizing strokes. Her fingers danced along her soft curves, exploring every sensitive spot. She couldn't help but imagine Michael's strong hands on her body, filling her with a desire that seemed to grow exponentially.
As she reached her peak, her body trembled with unbridled passion. A moan escaped her lips, signaling the intensity of her orgasm. The warmth of the shower and the vivid image of Michael combined to create a truly erotic experience. Her fingers grazed lightly over her wet flesh, still glistening with soap, as she savored the lingering sensations.
Even though the heat of the shower faded as Bermuda stepped out of it, the memory of her tryst with Michael was etched deeply into her consciousness.
Bermuda grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her body, letting the cool air dry her skin. She then walked to a table of amenities near her bed and applied oils and lotions, ensuring that her skin stayed smooth and supple. The scent of lavender filled the room, further heightening her senses.
Her thoughts drifted to Michael once more, remembering the night they shared together. How she helped him find release, wondering what he might be doing now.
Bermuda donned a crotchless lace teddy, designed to accentuate her curves and her sex. She wanted to look her best when she next saw Michael. The garment clung to her body, its material smooth against her skin.
Bermuda took a moment to appreciate how it highlighted her natural curves. Smiling, she made her way to the mirror, adjusting the straps of her teddy to ensure they were snug around her shoulders. Standing tall, she took a deep breath, preparing herself mentally for what lay ahead.
Bermuda left her room and ventured by Michael's again. She knocked lightly on the door, waiting patiently for his response, but only heard labored breathing. Her heart raced as she entered the room, her eyes drawn immediately to the bed.
Michael lay there, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he slept, his manhood hard again, but different than before. The sight filled her with a combination of desire and curiosity, piquing her interest in experiencing new aspects of intimacy. Bermuda's thoughts returned to the night they shared together, remembering the countless ways they'd explored each other's bodies, the thrill of discovery mixed with raw passion. She ached to recreate those moments once more, wanting to push boundaries and discover new territories with Michael.
Carefully stepping toward the bed, Bermuda knelt beside Michael, studying his body. Her touch was gentle as she began tracing her fingers along his exposed skin, eliciting a faint moan from him. Gradually, she worked her way downward, tickling his sensitive areas, watching his reaction keenly.
Gently brushing up against his manhood with her fingers Bermuda realized progress has been made, so the time might be right to be a bit more old fashioned, as she takes him into her mouth. Her tongue flicking, sucking, and caressing him in just the right ways as she teases him until his sleeping form can't stand it anymore.
Michael arched his back, thrusting his hips upwards, as he regains consciousness, groaning slightly. Bermuda pauses briefly, smirking, enjoying his helpless reaction to her ministrations. Her hands grasp his legs, opening them wider, giving her better access to his throbbing member.
He tries to control his breathing, desperately trying to keep himself composed. "Am, am I hard again?" He asked, confused.
Taking a firm grip on his erection, Bermuda slowly begins to stroke him with her hand while continuing to use her mouth. Pulling, tongue, tracing it's shape on the way out, she replied, "Yes, baby, but I think this time it's just the benefit of your youth." she said with reassurance.
"But," Michael countered, groggily, still waking up, "Oral didn't work last time. What if it still doesn't work this time?" He asked. His eagerness fueled by his earlier frustration.
Bermuda grinned wickedly. "As I said last time, I was just lubing you up. You have no idea the benefits of my experience." She purred, her voice thick with seduction. "Let me show you how things can be different this time."
She leaned down, taking him into her mouth once more, expertly using her tongue and teeth to coax him. As Michael's arousal increased, he couldn't believe how much better it felt compared to before.
Michael was quickly losing himself in the pleasure Bermuda was providing. She quickly whipped around her position bringing her heat within inches of his face. He stared at her womanhood, his face dripping with sweat.
As his nose grazed her folds, Michael couldn't help by pick up the scent, of lavender. His eyes wide with epiphany. So many fearful and harrowing nights he was comforted by that smell. He opened his mouth wide, ready to receive her offering.
Michael began to move his face towards her womanhood, slowly drawing it closer to his lips. The anticipation of what was to come was palpable. With every movement, Michael's face became increasingly covered in sweat, his breath coming in rapid, shallow gasps.
Despite his initial hesitation, he found himself immersed in the act, the taste of his mother's juices on his tongue becoming increasingly intense. The feeling of his mother's body moving above him only served to intensify his desire.
As Michael's face drew ever closer to her womanhood, he couldn't shake the feeling of déjà vu. The very same scent of lavender, which had once lulled him to sleep, now brought him closer to ecstasy. He no longer hesitated, his tongue delving deeper into her folds, greedily absorbing the taste. Michael's fingers reached up, grasping Bermuda's thighs, pulling her close enough to feel her wetness dampen his own skin. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body quivering with anticipation.
Bermuda couldn't hold back her own cries of pleasure any longer, urging Michael on with her breathy moans, then returning to his throbbing member taking it back into her mouth.
She moved her head up and down rhythmically, working her tongue around him, creating an undulating wave of pleasure. Her movements were deliberate and calculated, building the tension higher and higher.
Michael felt like he was on the edge of a precipice, unable to see beyond the intense pleasure consuming him. It wasn't just the physical gratification; it was the closeness, the connection, the trust. It was something that went far beyond the act itself. Bermuda's skilled hands and talented mouth were driving him closer and closer to the brink, which only intensifies his tongue movements. Michael could hear his own panting and grunting, feeling his body tighten as he approached the peak.
The room filled with the sounds of their combined ardor - heavy breathing, quiet groans, occasional moans, and the slapping of their sex against each other's mouth. The air was charged with the sweet scent of lavender and the rich, earthy musk of sex. Bermuda's hair fell in wild disarray around her face, her eyes glazed with pleasure.
Michael continued to please her, lost in the intensity of the moment. As Bermuda reached her peak, she let out a cry, and Michael instinctively followed suit, finally finding oral release in her experienced lips.
Embracing one another after the powerful orgasm, their bodies were drenched in sweat, their hearts pounding. Bermuda held Michael tightly, relishing in the feeling of their shared breaths. Michael looked into her eyes, understanding and acceptance shining through.
The truth ever evident: Love conquers all.
Fin