Discarding the imperfect

Denise was leaving for work, just as the garbage truck stopped outside her flat, and a young female garbage collector, dressed in bright green uniform, dragged the green garbage container to the back of the truck and locked it into place. She watched the bin lift and tip, and the trash tipping into the back. 

As she was about to wheel the bin back, she noticed, half-buried in the pile of stinking garbage, the body of a male, sealed tight in black tape and shiny black plastic trash bags.

As Denise was locking her front door, the woman looked across and grinned and then called over.

‘Good morning, Miss. I am assuming this one of yours?’

She pointed at the back of the truck.

Denise walked over.

‘Yeah.  That was the guy you saw me with a couple of weeks ago.’

‘You mean the guy with the cream colored Porsche?’

‘Yeah, that one. Granted he was wealthy but he said he was allergic to my cats and he was lousy in bed, so he had to go. Did I did wrap him up properly?’

‘Hey, it’s cool, Miss. You wrapped him up good.’

‘Have a nice day’ said Denise as she walked over to her car.

‘You too. Doing anything nice this week-end?’

Dense stopped and turned.

‘Yeah. I have a date with this gorgeous young guy I met at a party last week, so wish me luck.’

‘Sure.  I wish him luck too. Which reminds me. My mother has been dating this ass-hole and she’s just discovered he’s been cheating on her for months. Shall I give him your number?’

They laughed and waved goodbye and then Denise climbed into her car and drove away.

The weekend did indeed begin very nicely for Denise. The gorgeous young guy was called Mark and he took her out to a really nice restaurant. Denise found him very cute. His lean body had been beautifully shaped by years in a gym. His hair was jet black and his eyes deep brown. They got on well. He was both charming and easily charmed, which made him particularly attractive to Denise. And she knew he was hungry for her. She had decided to wear her short, jet-black rubber dress and her with her jet-black hair cut nice and short, she felt sexier than she had felt in months.

She invited him back to her place and he accepted.  When they got there, she made him a cocktail and they sat on the couch talking.  Her cats kept away from him, which wasn’t a good sign, but when he noticed one of them he went over and stroked it for a while.

‘What’s her name?’

‘He’s called Clinton.’

Mark was anxious to impress this attractive and confident older woman. Denise listened and as he talked about the bank he worked for, she was thinking – ok so he’s very young but maybe this was going to work out OK.  Her best friend Isabelle was having a party the following weekend and Denise definitely didn’t want to go alone. She needed a new boyfriend quick and this guy seemed like he would do fine.  Denise was beginning to long for a relationship that would last more than a month. She was thirty-nine and the search for the perfect guy had become tiresome.

But as the evening wore on, she changed her mind. Mark began to irritate her. He was a classic city boy, intoxicated by the heady thrills of stock markets and derivatives and he had assumed she would be interested.

‘..so I said to him, listen buddy, in 2013, the Fed stress tested Bank of America for twenty one point one billion dollars  in hypothetical trading and counterparty Losses. You know what he replied?’

‘No. Listen – can I get you some coffee?’

‘Sure.’ He said. Grinning. Denise excused herself and went into the kitchen.

Making the coffee gave her time to think. Maybe Mark was going to be a bore and was not worth carrying on with. She opened a drawer and stared down at the rolls of thick black shiny trash bags, neatly lined up, and beside them, rolls of thick black tape.

‘Mmmmmm. Maybe, I should give him a chance. Who knows, he might be great in bed?’ she said to herself.

She closed the drawer, decisively.

The evening didn’t get better. Mark continued his monologue on money markets and Denise was now convinced beyond doubt that Mark was dull and stupid, so she moved in on him, just to stop the guy from talking. She cuddled up close and soon they were fondling each other’s bodies. The seduction moved to the bedroom, where Denise peeled off her tight black latex dress. She was excited when finally she saw Mark’s large and impressively shaped cock. This, she thought was a very great bonus.  For a while she forgot about how dull and stupid he was.

They began lovemaking and Denise became aroused and relaxed.  She lay back and let him caress her, and stroke her breasts, and plant kisses on his neck. Mark was proving himself to be both gentle and competent.  Again, she wondered whether this might just work.  This one might just be good enough for her.  She moved on top and let his hard dick rub against her pubis. She started to bite his neck and his shoulders and then down to his nipples. His muscles tensed and he gasped.

‘Yeah, baby.’

Denise flinched for a moment. She hated guys who called her ‘baby.’ She tried to dismiss it. She moved up till she was kneeling over his face. She pushed her cunt down to his mouth and said,

‘Lick me.’

Mark began to kiss her thighs and after a minute of this she asked him again.

‘Lick me.’

He stopped and looked up apologetically.

‘Sorry baby, but I er, I don’t really like oral sex.’

Denise was devastated but she pretended that she didn’t mind a bit. Moments later she climbed off then went to the kitchen to get some water. There she leant against the fridge and had another think. The oral sex thing was a big issue for her. She couldn’t imagine being with a guy who didn’t lick her out daily. She slowly opened the drawer and looked down again at the neat line of black shiny plastic trash bags and the rolls of thick black tape. Maybe it was easier to get rid of him now. She looked at her watch. Maybe if she chucked him out now she could still catch some beers with friends in a bar around the corner. Mark called out from the bedroom.

‘What are you doing in there, baby?’

Denise cringed again and filled a glass with tap water.

No, she decided. Not yet. She would give him one more chance.

Back in the bedroom, they began kissing and becoming aroused again. She knelt beside him on the bed and sucked his beautiful cock, edging him for about twenty minutes, and all he time she was stroking her clit, and easing her fingers into her cunt. She reached for a condom and slipped it over his cock and then lay on her back. She let him fuck her hard. He grunted and thrusted like a mindless wolf, his jet-black hair flopping about over his face, and then he closed his eyes and pulled an ugly grimace and then he came; but too soon for Denise. Fuck him, she thought.

But it was fine.  He pulled out and flopped down like a sack of coal beside her. Denise continued to rub her clit just the way she loved to, till finally she burst into her own beautiful orgasm.  

Mark turned round to face her. He kissed her cheek and began to stroke her nipples lightly with his fingertips.

‘Mmm, that was great,’ he said, grinning.

Denise smiled back.

She was content enough. She would work on him. She could change him. He was good-looking and wealthy and the rest she would work on.

‘Yeah. It was nice.’

She got up to fetch the wine from the lounge.  As she went in she looked at the beautiful roses he’d bought her on the way home from the restaurant. Sweet kid, she thought. She decided she would take him to Isabelle’s party after all. All her friends would be there and the young and pretty boy Mark would do just fine. She lit a cigarette. The wine bottle was empty so she walked back into the bedroom to ask mark if he wanted a beer.

He was sitting on the side of the bed, putting on his grey socks.  

‘Where are you going?’

She assumed he was staying for the night, but out of the blue he announced casually that he was heading home.

‘Oh,’ she said, hiding her disappointment. 

‘I’m staying with my mother at the moment and she’s

been a bit unwell recently…’

Denise pretended not to be fussed but the news infuriated her. She smiled and shrugged her shoulders and went back into the kitchen.

That was it. She looked up to a shelf of spices and picked up a small bottle of white powder. She called out,

‘Hey, I’m fixing a little nightcap. You want one?’

‘Nightcap?’

‘Yeah. It’ll really lay you out. Try it.’

‘O.K. Sure.’

She smiled, poured some of the white powder into a glass and mixed in some vodka and lime till the powder dissolved.

She sat him on the bed and watched him drink. He was cute, but it wouldn’t have worked out. She let him kiss her breasts one more time and she watched him. This was the moment that often made her feel very horny. The moment the drug starts to kick in.  She watched him till his eyelids started to droop, till his jaw began to sink down, till his movements slowed, and his body sagged, bit by bit. She watched him. He looked up. There was a faint confused expression in his face for a moment and then his eyes closed, he slipped away, and his body sank down until it was a lifeless heap on the floor beside the bed.

Mark was unconscious and Denise was feeling aroused again. She walked into the kitchen and brought back the tape and the black shiny garbage bags and dropped them down on the bed beside him. She rolled the beautiful sleeping young man onto his belly and taped his wrists tight behind his back, then strapped his ankles and knees tight together. She opened up a large shiny black garbage bag and began to slip him inside, legs first. She taped it tight around his body with thick black duct tape. He was hard to lift and manipulate but she had done this many times.  This was why she tended to go for shorter men.  She was used to preparing her unwanted men for the garbage container. It was a local council rule to wrap up trash so it didn’t spill out or leak unpleasant odours.

After twenty minutes, Denise had managed to wrap several thick shiny black garbage bags tight around Mark’s body. Only his head was left free. She smoked a cigarette and waited for a while, until he recovered consciousness. Over the past few months, Denise had found she was getting quite aroused by watching the guys suffocating inside the garbage bags.

Mark finally opened his eyes and immediately began to struggle, terrified at the discovery that he was cocooned in tight black plastic.

Denise slipped a garbage bag over his head and pulled it down his torso.

‘Take it easy, Mark. It’s nothing personal, but I’m pretty sure you ain’t the kind of guy I’m looking for.’

She started to wrap the thick black tape around his head and neck.

‘You see, you’re too fucking dull and any guy who doesn’t want to pleasure me with his tongue is pretty useless to me…’

She lifted him into a sitting position and continued to wrap the black tape around his chest in order to secure the final bag.

‘And as far as I’m concerned, any guy who prefers to be with his mother, is just a piece of useless fucking trash…’

Inside the tight hot cocoon Mark was struggling and wriggling, but without any possibility of escape. The shiny thick plastic, sealed tight over his face with tape, muffled his cries of protest. She watched his handsome features contorting under the tight plastic skin, as he tried to suck in air.

‘And because I don’t want to have useless things lying around, I tend to throw them in the garbage as soon as I’ve finished with them….’

She gazed at his shiny body as it writhed and twisted on the bed like a huge black worm. She noticed his dick was hard. She smiled. It had happened before. Some guys get erections. Another bonus. She climbed on top of him, and knelt astride his torso. She tore a small hole in the plastic and pulled his thick muscle out from the tight plastic skin. Irresistible. She fetched another condom and rolled it on.

She knelt astride him and moved her pelvis so his thick cock rubbed nicely against her cunt. Together they groaned, but not for identical reasons. She guided Mark’s long hard cock into her wet cunt.

‘But it’s a shame about this. Shame this has to go out with the garbage too…’

She rode him hard, looking down and watching the shiny black mask on his face inflating and deflating and the features of his face grow more terrified. She loved this bit, and especially the feel of his hot, smooth shiny body writhing between her thighs. But this one didn’t last long. Mark’s struggles slowly decreased until Denise found herself fucking a body that was motionless. His cock was still erect enough and soon she groaned aloud with the ecstasy of orgasm.

It was late, as Denise dragged the body over to the garbage chute in the hall outside. She lifted the metal flap and tipped the warm, heavy black package through till it slipped down the chute and then waited till she heard it drop into the garbage container outside. She walked back into her flat, closing the door behind her, poured a drink and sat down.

‘Now then,’ she whispered to herself, ‘who the fuck am I going to get to come to Isabelle’s party next week-end?’

Daniel Guy.