Untamed Sanctions

The Road to Nothing is a saga.

‘Where,’ her voice began impatiently as Andy stood proudly in the doorway, a disconcerted look on his face. ‘Just where have you been?’

His eyes searched upon the body of his wife, a smile formed on his face as his “fatherly-time” plan was completely rescheduled for another day. The way that shirt clung loosely to her figure and draped idly at the shoulders was more than he could bear to stand. Oh, yes, Andy was aware that he was in trouble and that he’d have to work for what he wanted but he was a master of deception and, given his nature, has become a master at on-the-spot lies.

‘Oh, you know,’ he started coolly, his eyes looking around the door frame which surrounded him, and then into the stairs beyond the woman before him. ‘I decided to visit Merovander’s and would you know it, I was only there to have one drink and then return to you, my love.’ He was lying through his teeth; his mind told him all along that he’d been there to help himself forget the horrendous wreckage when happened earlier that day causing him the loss of his job. As far as he was concerned at the moment, it wasn’t any of her business knowing about his job loss, or what caused it, for that matter.

He had never known his wife to be one to continue an argument once his hand had made their presence known on her figured and this fact rang true as Andy reached out and touched the smooth velvet flesh of his wife. That loose shirt of hers slinked further down her arms as she immediately relaxed under his touch; it had been a while since either of them had been intimate with each other and her body was aching for it as much as his cock was aching for anything to touch it.

‘Why don’t you eve-…’ Andy broke off her words with his lips, immediately pressing them to her own and rendering her silent. Naturally moved her hand around the back of his head, gripping his hair gently between her fingers; Andy took it as an irresistible invitation, his hands quickly moving to his wife’s legs, lifting her off the floor and driving her into the wall. It was lucky for both of them that she had put the children to bed before Andy returned home; she figured he’d be late, neglecting his kids as he normally did, but her anger over the matter faded away as her clothing had been pulled off, her skin melting against his own warm flesh.

The tension quickly built to a rather significant amount, particularly for her as she panted desperately, ‘Fuck me, Andy.’ He didn’t need to be told twice, his hand had already made its move at adjusting certain garments of clothing and it wasn’t before long that he had driven himself inside her warm sex, each member of the illicit act moaning in pleasure. For her, it was to be with her husband again in the most intimate, despite how animalistic, act they’d shared in a long time. For Andy, it was a quick fuck that got him out of trouble.

Ah, how he loved the female mind and how easily persuaded it is by sexual advances to forget minor details instantly.

       

The Road To Nothing is a saga.

The vehicle pulled to a halt on the curbside as the driver got out of the car, opening the rear passenger door. Andy was still unconscious thanks to the pool-sized amount of alcohol he has consumed no more than thirty minutes ago. A small amount of saliva had gathered on the seat, right where Andy’s head had been resting; in his unaware state, he’d been dribbling all over the taxi – a gesture of which the driver didn’t appreciate at all. Opening his eyes, Andy looked around; the sky was dark and there were no cars or people around to be seen – Andy didn’t even know where he was. Another glance at his watch told him that several hours had passed since he remembers being at the pub, but why was he left on the side of the road on the grass?

His hands buried into his pockets, digging around for his keys until he instead found a piece of paper. It was a note from the driver who had brought him home earlier, but Andy didn’t realize this until he reached the end of the note that read, “Couldn’t stay around until you woke, thanks for paying beforehand – Cab driver.” So it was him who left Andy on the side of the road! He had finally remembered stumbling poorly into a cab, tossing money at a man and asking to be taken home, all the while his eyes scanned the houses across the street. Andy always had problems finding his own house in the dark and in this suburb; things weren’t made much easier with all the houses looking seemingly identical. Damn his wife for wanting to choose somewhere ‘cozy’ and ‘family friendly’; he hated this place.

There it was, his eyes had stumbled upon the letterbox that stood outside their house. It wasn’t much of a letterbox; in fact, it was one of Andy’s poorest attempts at building something he had ever decided to use. That was the problem with him, though – “get drunk, get curious” was his motto and it seemed his curiosity extended past his infatuation with the female body. Climbing to his feet, Andy set across the road toward his front gate and just as he was reaching there, he felt an unpleasant feeling resonate in his stomach. It felt warm; it had a distinct taste of everything he ate today mixed with a disgusting bitterness of his own stomach acid. Oh, he knew exactly what this was and he was powerless to stop it. He leaned over his gate, the spikes of the gate pressed into his chest as he violently vomited over his front pavement. Great, now he had something that needed cleaning up, but Andy decided it could wait until later.

Walking up the path to the front door, avoiding his own mess Andy wondered if his wife would particularly notice the state he was in. Okay, so there was vomit on his shoes from the splash and he smelled heavily of alcohol, but that could have been caused by anything, right? Slumping to the front step, he questioned whether putting in the ‘family man’ attitude right now was such a good idea. He hadn’t really spent time with his family in a while though; if it wasn’t work that kept him busy, it was his own personal leisurely activities that did. Swallowing his fear, Andy stood up and placed his hand on the door, turning the handle hoping that he wouldn’t need to make a second search for his keys. He was in luck as the door latched open and his wife was standing on the other side, an unimpressed look upon her face.

       

The Road To Nothing is a saga.

Waking up, Andy’s hand had shot straight to his head which was searing with pain; he could feel it mostly around the back of his skull. His eyes half opened, he searched around himself to see where he was, and noticed a barstool toppled over, along with a few glasses near him smashed. It was obvious to him that he’d been in a bar, obviously drinking away his problems and had hit his head against a table and then the floor. His hand felt beside him, in attempt to get a solid grasp on his own stability, to bring himself back to his feet. His eyes shifted to a figure walking toward him holding a wet towel, he groaned and dropped to the floor again, not bothering to help himself up from the floor.

The figure kneeled down beside Andy, holding the towel out in front of him. The figures face was familiar, he knew that he’d see it before and it struck him that it was his bartender. Another groan escaped from his mouth as the bartender decided to administer the towel to Andy’s head himself, seeing as Andy appeared unable to do it properly himself. He felt bad to be placing such a task on his bartender; it shouldn’t have been his job to nurse Andy’s wounds merely because he came in for one too many drinks. He began to sit up, eventually pulling himself into a stance, although a somewhat unsteady one. A ten dollar note was pulled from his pocket and placed on the table for the barman, a sign of gratitude, Andy thought to himself.

Stumbling out of the bar with his hand pressed to his head, he quickly shielded his eyes from the blinding sunlight that beamed down onto him, penetrating his flesh. Every ray that touched him made him feel more sober by the second, and being able to think was something Andy didn’t want to be able to do at the moment. Moving his tongue in his mouth, he whistled for cab that was heading in his direction, throwing his arm out half energetically in attempt to ensure the driver noticed his call. The cab slowly pulled to the curve, stopping in front of Andy, the driver had a curious look upon his face and a somewhat worried expression flashed through at the same time. The driver wasn’t even sure if he should have stopped for Andy, he couldn’t afford having another ‘runner’ who didn’t pay and Andy’s appearance and state wasn’t a reassuring one.

Andy swung the back door of the car open and slumped into the seat, he wasn’t sure where he was going but at the moment he didn’t particularly care. His arm idly searched his coat pockets and took hold of a fair amount of money that he put there when he was too lazy to place it in his wallet. He tossed it at the driver softly and lay on the back seat closing his eyes, his head pounding, and the sun making the sensation worse. “412 Lancestor Road” he said to the driver; it was the address to his house and he’d figure he’d put in a few ‘family man’ hours in with his kids and his wife. Oh, sure, he was blind drunk but he figured by the time he reached home, he’d appear more in control. Andy knew that appearances can be deceiving. The driver nodded and began making the journey as Andy closed his eyes and began to slip back into unconsciousness.

       

The Road to Nothing is a saga.

His secretary turned to Andy with a look of concern on her face, which quickly dissolved into a playful grin. Everything is going exactly how she expected it to go and she knows Andy won’t, or can’t refuse. He took a step closer to her, looking her over from her ankles to the top of her head; there were things about her that he never noticed before. He never remembered her eyes being such a bright green or her hair being as auburn brown before, he never remembered her skin being so flawless and perfect, yet defined. Then again, Andy never focused much on the details of any woman that went through his hands; he was only ever interested on what they were willing to give him.

Andy stopped for a moment, he knew he had a wife and understood that she loved him very much. In fact, in their thirteen years of marriage he doesn’t recall a single time that his wife ever showed signs of deceit or betrayal. Sometimes he felt bad for doing what he did, but it was beyond his control; if it wasn’t the tequila surging through his veins and clouding his abilities to deny his sexual urges for any woman he sees, he’s too sexually aroused to turn back. He shrugged away the thoughts, grabbed his secretary by the arms and pushed her onto a clean part of his oak table. Andy knew she was frantic, he could feel her heart racing, her body temperature rising, in fact, Andy was surprised at how quickly she responded to his advances.

She was grabbing his clothes, almost ripping them off his body within seconds. Andy knew that this woman had a plan, he sensed it the moment she walked in and looked at him differently than she normally would, but he had never imagined she’d behave like this. To be truthful, he loved the very idea of her wanting him, it made him feel even more powerful than he usually did. It wasn’t until she had successfully removed his belt and pants that the plan began to turn sour. Andy groans, as he takes a moment to block the images of what unfolded after that moment. He couldn’t believe he didn’t think to lock the door, or at least go somewhere more private like the toilets – a location he usually took all his subjects.

He looks at the barman and notices his drink is almost ready, vodka with a bit of lemon. He only had a few more moments to remember what happened, before he drank away his misery and headed home to his children and wife. Resting his head back on his arms, he sighs; the image of the door opening and him falling off his oak desk, hitting his head violently on the wall next to it floods through his mind. He remembers trying to pull his pants back on, desperately to hide his most sensitive part of himself. Andy didn’t dare look at his secretary from that moment on, but he could feel her eyes boring into him as if to wonder how on Earth he could allow such an action to be caught. All he remembers after that is being shoved onto the street and walking into the bar.

The barman places the drink in front of Andy without saying a word; it’s as though there was a connection with Andy and knew not to talk until he was in a more sober state. Though Andy was a regular at the bar, he constantly came in every day to have a drink for every minute that passed in his life. Andy sat up, although a little unsteady and puts a hand around the glass, the cold liquid causing his hand to feel slightly numb. His eyes begin to water and he takes this as his cue to down the clear spirit now, or not at all. He raises the shot to his mouth and swallows, a sour look upon his face breaking almost instantly. If his legs aren’t amputated tonight, due to the amount of alcohol he has consumed, there’s no way his legs will ever be amputated, he thought to himself as he began to feel light headed. The next moment, Andy had fallen off his barstool and onto the ground, hitting his head on the ground at impact.

       

The Road to Nothing is a saga.

It seemed to Andy that the tick of his watch was as loud as that of a grandfather clock in the dead of the night, but he knew this was because he had far too much to drink. Slowly raising his head off his arms, which were propped up against the bar table, he felt the back of his head thump in rhythm with the ticking and found his surroundings far too blurry to make much sense of. Taking a glance at his wristwatch, although a rather energetic glace, he decided to give up telling what the time was through the blur and guess that it was around 2 pm. It was earlier than all the other times that Andy stumbled into the dark, alcohol scented bar, but today had a reason that every other day didn’t. Today was the day he had lost his job.

Andy had a family, a wife and two children to be exact and he was buried in financial debt. He often had money in his wallet but none of it ever went to paying off the mortgage or the credit card bill he had impressively racked up last Christmas. He placed another fiver on the table, sliding it toward the barman and signalling “same again” by making what appeared to be a drunken grunt. His head came down onto his arms with a forceful thud, a move which he regretted making almost instantly, as the pain seared through his head. For the few moments he had to himself before his next ticket to oblivion was served, Andy Winger had nothing more to do than remind himself how he got fired from his job.

It wasn’t particularly Andy’s fault, he’s had a problem with women and red lipstick ever since he can remember, so when a red lipped woman passes his way, the first thing that floods in his mind is the thought of those lips wrapped around his cock. Andy enjoyed the idea of being the boss of a woman and often took the time to order his secretary to reach some paperwork on a high shelf he had purposefully placed there moments before. She always wore rather revealing outfits, particularly skirts that seemed to be three sizes too small for her, but this fact never bothered Andy. If anything, it made him hope she wore more of the same.

He often made excuses to walk past her, even though he had the feeling she was aware of what he was attempting to do. Nonetheless, this didn’t stop him from sliding a hand up the back of her thigh and under her skirt. Plenty of times Andy could have sworn that such an action would have gotten him in trouble by her or causing her to quickly elbow him in the stomach, or worse, lower. Today, she happened to turn up to work with a bright shade of red over her lips and look of seduction set upon her face; clearly she had a plan for Andy and curiosity got the better of him. He took a step behind his secretary and closed the door promptly behind her. He has wanted a bit of her for a while, but the lipstick really put the cherry on the top.