Hell on High Heels

*WARNING - Contains gore and sexuality... and gory sexuality!1

When Ted walked out of the CVS, he noticed that the streetlights were lit. When he looked down the street, he saw an orange-streaked horizon flanked by the rows of graffitied storefronts and boarded-up tenements. He took a Newport out of the pack he’d just bought and lit it up, then got into his car. He started it up and was about to pull out of the parallel space when he saw a group of people crossing the street and coming towards him. 2

They ducked in front of his car, going towards the convenience store, he assumed, and he saw that there were three young girls, twelve at the oldest. Between their tight athletic shorts, denim miniskirts and sequined halter tops, he could clearly see their skinny legs and flat, narrow chests. He was surprised and suspicious for a second, knowing that the girls regularly walking this part of town didn’t let pimps peddle girls that young.3

Ted was relieved when he saw the middle-aged woman, her pageboy haircut and pants suit entirely too respectable for the setting, follow the group of girls. She turned her head to the side and shot him a glare when she walked in front of his car. He was taken aback, and then just angry, his brow furrowing and his hand clenching the steering wheel. 4

He’d gotten a similar look from Tracy Simms while she waited in her car in front of his house earlier that day. Her daughter, Riley, had come home with Ted’s daughter, McKenzie, to work on a Social Studies project and when Riley was walking out to her mother’s car, Ted had glanced at her ass while he was mowing the lawn. The girl’s shorts were so short they were practically underwear and, even at thirteen, she had her mother’s figure. His eyes had followed her all the way to Tracy’s black Suburban, where he met her heated glare. He’d waved back, sheepishly, but she just kept glaring and sped off once her daughter was in the car. 5

Ted stalked into the house, fuming, knowing that Tracy would call Erin and tell her about it within the hour, as close as the two of them were and as much as they both had it out for him. Ted and Erin’s divorce hadn’t even been finalized for two months and she was already trying to come up with reasons to take McKenzie on days when she was with Ted. Now this was just ammo for her to take to their lawyer and probably jack up the child support payments or something. He loved his daughter, but, with how little he made as a repairman, he couldn’t wait until she was eighteen and one less expense. Her being eighteen also meant that he didn’t have to feel guilty checking out her friends. 6

He felt flushed, sitting in the car and thinking back to Riley’s ass. Those thoughts were what had lead him out to McCabe Street at dusk. He hadn’t picked a girl up in about four months. He doubted any of them remembered him, though he’d had several regulars throughout the twelve years that he and Erin were married. Ted shifted the car into drive and guided it out onto the street. He crept for several blocks, eyes picking across the facades of buildings as the sky darkened. 7

He’d gone five blocks before he saw any girls. There were two of them, both wearing miniskirts and spike heels, faces bright under the streetlight. He stopped the car and rolled the passenger window down. Only one girl came over, breasts bugling out of her leather corset when she leaned through the window. She wore a black collar with metal rings dangling off of it and had blonde braids that hung over her shoulders and swayed when she spoke. 8

“You have any plans for the evening?” 9

“Looks like I do now.”10

“We stay together, her and I,” she blonde said, nodding back to the other girl who’d come closer to the car. The blonde moved over and the other girl, an Asian, leaned forward. She was pretty and had bigger breasts than Ted was used to seeing on an Asian. 11

“I only want one tonight.”12

“C’mon, we’ll give you a special. $50 each. We’re normally $100 a piece and $200 a piece together.”13

“What’s the deal?” he asked, suspiciously. 14

“Slow night,” the blonde chuckled. He relented, more into the Asian chick and not as into the blonde’s S&M-wear. 15

They got into the car, the blonde next to him and the Asian girl against the window.16

“What’s your name, baby?” the blonde purred, running her hand along his arm as he steered back onto the street.17

“Ted.” 18

“Hi, Ted.” She was nibbling on his neck. “I’m Bettina and she’s Suzie. Turn right there, baby,” she said, pointing to an alley. He followed her directions and parked next to a dumpster. He followed the girls into the building and up a flight of stairs and was glad he wasn’t seeing the place in daylight; the smell - garbage, urine, and rotting meat - was bad enough. Bettina stopped at a door, unlocked it, and flipped on a light switch as Suzie and Ted followed her in. 19

The light from the single fly-specked bulb was weak but he could see a sparse kitchenette with a massive oak table and mismatched chairs, a sofa dotted with patches of duct-tape, an armchair with a book propping it up on one side, and a wide, low bed scattered with pillows. 20

“You tell us where you wanna go, honey,” Suzie said, stepping behind him and running her hands over his chest, down to his groin. Her voice was soft and free of any accent he’d been expecting. 21

“Bed’s fine.”22

“More room for us, good,” Suzie purred. They each took one of this hands and led him over to the bed.23

“You want your clothes off first or ours?” Bettina asked.24

“Yours,” Ted answered, hating the vulnerability of being naked around a clothed woman. He took his shoes and shirt off, then propped himself against the large, lumpy pillows at the head of the bed. The two of them climbed onto the bed and knelt in front of him.25

“You want us to show or do?” Suzie asked.26

“Show’s fine; I’ve got time.” He remembered that McKenzie was sleeping over at the Simms’s house. That made him think about Riley in skimpy pajamas and he got hard instantly. 27

“Oooh, you’re eager, aren’t you, honey?” Bettina asked, her hand going to his crotch and squeezing forcefully through his jeans.28

“Jesus,” he gasped and was about to tell her ease up on that when her hands went to Suzie. They were facing each other, kissing and touching and peeling each others’ clothes off, slow yet amorous. He found himself thinking about the girls’ sleepover and when he looked at Bettina and Suzie, he was seeing Riley and McKenzie instead. 29

They were looking at Ted, their eyes narrowed, smirking playfully, as they crawled on top of him. Bettina was unzipping his pants and Suzie was pressing her breasts against him, raising up on her knees so that they were level with his mouth, but as soon as his lips touched one of her nipples, he almost gagged. Her flesh tasted horrible, like something rotten. He turned his face away and swallowed hard to keep from gagging. He was about to shout “Christ, don’t you bathe?” but the feeling of Bettina’s mouth on his cock stopped him. He moaned softly and looked down at her, seeing that Suzie was still sitting in front of him. He felt slightly nauseous remembering the taste of her skin but, looking at her, she seemed fine. Her flesh was tawny and clean and he wondered if it was some kind of skin condition. 30

“You okay, honey?” Suzie asked.31

“Yeah, fine.”32

She was embracing him again, kissing him and biting his neck and when he touched her, everything was normal. Her breasts were back in his face and he wanted to resist putting his mouth on them but couldn’t; this time, there was just the salt-taste of skin. He turned his head away, panting as the swift movements of Bettina’s warm, wet mouth drove him to a steady delirium.33

“Jesus, you’re good, babe,” he gasped, his head tilted back and his hand snaking downward to grab a handful of her hair. But the words were barely off his lips before the feeling changed to something dry and odd, tickling and shifting and almost… moving.34

“What the fuck?” he grunted, looking down at her and, at first, not comprehending what he saw. It was still Bettina’s mouth engulfing him, but there was something dark spilling past her lips and spreading over his pelvic bones. He felt a corresponding itch, and then an instant and severe burning.35

“Shit!” he screamed and jerked her head upward, roughly, then brushed away the tiny black things milling over his crotch. He only got a few of them, though, and he could feel a sensation that was both numb and itchy and made him realize that the things were burrowing inside of him. 36

“Oh God, what the fuck?!” he screamed, his fingernails raking furiously across his thighs, and he didn’t even flinch when they scraped against his cock. He scrambled and pitched forward, the mattress springs squeaking when his face went into the blankets. He rolled over and kept scratching and screaming, and then he saw that the bugs were gone. He didn’t see them skittering over him or feel them squirming inside of him, though the scratches on his thighs were oozing blood. He went cold all over when he saw the bleeding nicks dotting his penis. 37

“You alright, Ted-sweetie?” Bettina cooed as she and Suzie wrapped their arms around him and caressed him… with hands that didn’t feel at all normal. He looked down and saw the knobby, gnarled things, almost like tree limbs covered in flesh, going running over his chest and legs and swallowed another scream. 38

“What… the… fuck?” he heaved each word. “You bitches slipped me something! How the fuck did you do it?!” he twisted out of their grasp and pressing his back against the headboard, staring at the two normal girls who looked at serene and content as ever. 39

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, baby,” Suzie sighed. “You’re as sober as a judge.” Then the two of them giggled. 40

“Take all my damn money, my car, whatever you want. Just let me the fuck outta here!”41

“Do we have to?” Suzie pouted, her skin losing its elasticity as Ted stared at her. Her face started to sag, then her flesh turned to a runny mucus and slid down her bones like melting wax. He stammered something like “Oh God,” but couldn’t get past “Oh-h-h-h-h…” 42

“Have you ever heard the phrase ‘Hell on high heels,’ Ted?” Bettina asked him, quizzically. She didn’t wait for his answer; he was just shaking. “That’s, quite literally, what we are. We’re Hell.”43

Her deformed hands elongated and reached towards him, their splintered ends stabbing through his abdomen. He screamed and bucked, but that only worsened the wounds, tearing them and making them jagged and alive with pain. Suzie was on him in one fluid motion, a million needle-like teeth digging through his pectoral muscle and wrenching it out like a tough piece of meat. To Ted’s disoriented senses, the tearing of the tissue and tendon was almost audible. He watched Suzie’s smile bloom wide and crimson and she gleefully chewed on his sinew. 44

“You can’t get this from a thirteen year-old, baby,” Bettina cooed as a spiked tongue slithered out of her mouth and carved hot, precise paths in a patch of unharmed flesh.45

That’s when Ted blacked out.