The Screwed-Up Day of Juggalo Jay
By Mudface
~Chapter 4~
“Excuse me?”
Jed smiled an evil grin.
“You heard me, boy. You’re going to help me dispose of that bitch back at the ‘bago.”
Jay felt sick at his stomach as the realization hit him with full force. He had no choice in the matter. Either he did as Crazy Jed told him and had the slight chance of not being killed himself, or Jed just kills him right now. True, it was a crock of bullshit, but it seemed like every time he thought a situation was something of that nature, things just got worse.
“What’s your answer, boy?”
“My name is Jay, and I’ll do it.”
Jed seemed startled at Jay’s surprisingly brave response. Jay himself couldn’t believe the words that had come out of his mouth.
“OK then. Follow me…Jay.”
Jay began following Crazy Jed back to the back porch of the Winnebago, where the bagged corpse, no longer moving, lay. Above them, the dark clouds, thick and thunderous, still covered the sky completely. The heavy downpour of rain, however, had been reduced into a slight sprinkle, for the moment anyways.
Jed turned to face Jay, his eyes with a grave seriousness to them. “Stay here; I’ll be right back!” he barked as he briskly entered his abode. Jay stepped onto the porch and looked at the bag. Whoever was in the bag wasn’t a large person; that was for sure. He noticed the bag wasn’t tied yet. Leaning down, he quietly peaked inside.
It was a woman. She looked like she was in her early thirties, with ginger hair and pale skin. A large cut mark emerged from her neck – the area where the hatchet had done its handy work. His curiosity getting the best of him, he opened the bag a bit more.
She was naked.
“Shit…” Jay muttered. Considering he was sick to his stomach a second ago. He was now feeling both aroused and amused at the same time.
He took a good look at her breasts. Her tits had to have been Ds at least. He wondered if they were-
He gave both of them a nice, firm, squeeze, then flicked the left nipple. Yeah, they were real alright.
“Am I interrupting something?”
Jed’s voice snapped Jay back into reality. He quickly pulled the bag back to it’s former self and turned around. Jed now stood in front of him with looked like a psychotic grin on his face.
Jay gulped.
“I…uh…”
“Yeah it’s okay. Best fucking whore I’ve ever fucked. Nice rack and shit.”
Jay almost smirked. So he fucks the hooker, and then kills her. Things make a little more sense now at least.
Jed grew serious again. “Now, help me get this bitch into the back of the pickup.”
With Jay on one side and Jed on the other, they lifted the red-headed prostitute in the air, and carried her corpse into the bed of Jed’s red pickup truck. Jed motioned Jay to get into the passenger seat. Jay noticed the hatchet from the porch was now in his neighbor’s coat pocket, and got in without a word. Hopping inside the driver’s seat, and turning the keys, Jed started the vehicle. The old machine roared to life, getting ready for the dark deed about to be done.
Before they backed out, Jed turned to look at Jay with a humored look on his face. “I saw the way you was looking at that girl, boy. I mean, if you’re into THAT kind of shit, you know, or your okay with it, you could go and…”
“Um…………no.”
To be honest, with a body like that, fucking a dead chick didn’t sound so bad; Jay tried to shake the thoughts out of his head. He was in over his head already. Pleasuring himself with a dead chick’s boobs, and riding shotgun with the guy who cut her up; what’s next, he wondered.
The truck pulled out of the trailer park, and soon they were on the main road.
“So where are we….getting rid of the body?”
Jed sneered.
“We’re dumping the ho off at the old Archon Asylum.”