Worth It
by Eric Beetner

Once he had the knife to her throat he thought, “Well shit, where do I go from here?”

Miles had no intention of killing her but now he had escalated this little pissing match to a point where he was either going to have to admit that he was full of shit and back down, and quite possibly take a bullet in the process, or he was going to do something he didn’t want to do. Namely, cut a girl’s throat.

The two men across the room from him stood still. They didn’t know this jerk from a hole in the ground. All they did know was that they had been sent to get him to stop humping the daughter of the man they worked for. Simple enough, right?

The smart play for Miles would have been to grab his pants and scram before they even put the question mark on their opening salvo, “You don’t want to lose your dick, do you?”

Sasha was beautiful, dark-haired and exotic. Her Mother was Japanese and her Dad Eastern European so she had that sexy mutt look to her when genes spliced and two continents met. Her body was...well, let’s just say worth the risk. And Miles knew damn well it was risky to start screwing her.

She said she was eighteen. He bought it. She was really sixteen. He’d known it.

Still worth it.

If these two goons had come in to the room (where they were mid-69) with simple threats of a good beating instead of guns drawn and the threat of killing him maybe it wouldn’t have gotten to this. But they did and it had and he felt really awful about it.

Not as awful as Sasha did with a knife to her throat.

No one had said anything for at least a full minute. Sasha’s choking sobs were the only sound. Those guys could stand stone-still when they needed to. Miles was amazed. With their arms raised like that holding guns that had to be heavy, Miles knew he would have given up after the first thirty seconds. As it was his arm was getting tired from holding the knife.

“Drop the blade and you live to tell about it,” said the one on the right.

“But without my dick, right?” Both of them declined to answer that. They both shifted their stance and continued to aim at him and Sasha, his human shield.

She finally spoke. “Baby...” it was all she could get out before she had to swallow hard and the act of her throat muscles moving caused the knife to dig at her skin. Two slow rivulets of blood began trickling their way down her neck.

Like sharks in the water the two goons smelled blood. Their eyes darted back and forth and their feet began to fidget.

Miles eased off the pressure of the knife but kept her body pressed tightly against his. He knew the only thing worse than letting him get away was for these two hired guns to accidentally shoot the big man’s daughter so he had to keep her in front of him at all costs.

“I’m going to get my ass out of here. You’ll never see me again. You’ll never hear my name.” He was explaining to the men with guns but it was good that Sasha was hearing it too.

Miles began a slow side shuffle with his feet as he rotated his back towards the door in hopes of slinking out backwards to make his escape. The men countered his movements.

He whispered into Sasha’s ear. “I’m sorry, love.”

The motion of their bodies turning was making his naked pelvis rub against her naked rear end and damned if it wasn’t working against Miles. Partly it was knowing that  this was the last time he would feel the spectacular shape and firmness of her ass rubbing on him. Despite his best efforts at control, he was working a semi.

The two gunmen were just biding their time. The view of Sasha’s underaged and over-waxed nakedness made the wait easier to take.

Sasha was tired of waiting.

Her toned and muscular physique had not come from frilly dance classes or cheerleading practice but rather from training in martial arts from her Mother’s homeland and ass-kicking self defense training that her Father had used in the Serbian Army.

Miles was unprepared for either.

One hand shot up and swept the knife away from her throat, her body pivoted, the other hand reached down and grabbed the semi-hard shaft of his penis and held it in place. The knife hand came down to a stop a millimeter away from bloodshed and suddenly there was a stand off of a whole different kind in the room.

Her eyes bore through Miles in a stare he had never seen. She kept focus on him while speaking to her Father’s employees.

“You two get out and stop staring at my ass. Wait in the hall. I’ll call you when it’s time to clean up.”

Miles swallowed hard. Against his will, with his penis in her hand, he became rock hard. That body, those exotic eyes. Worth it? Maybe not this much. But close.

Damn close.

BIO: More about Eric Beetner's writing can be found at ericbeetner.blogspot.com His crime novel 'One Too many Blows To The Head' co-written with JB Kohl will be out in late 2009