[WARNING: sexual and violent content]
The electronic beat was pounding in their ears, and pink, green, and white lights were flashing in their eyes. Eddie was making progress with a pretty, curvaceous blonde that he was dirty dancing with; then he noticed one of his friends, Virgil, was dancing off on his own. Virgil was acting as if he were dancing with several girls.
Eddie tapped on the shoulder of one of his friends dancing nearby. “Hey, what the fuck is Virgil doing over there?” he asked, gesturing over to Virgil’s loneliness at the side of the dance floor.
All of Eddie’s friends looked over at Virgil and laughed.
“Hey, Virgil!” Eddie shouted. “What the fuck, man?!”
Virgil seemed deaf to him. He also seemed to be talking to himself.
Eddie’s friend tapped him on the shoulder. “Did Virgil take a half-pill of powerful ecstasy, or something? He must be too high to know what he’s doing.”
“I’d say he took a whole pill,” Eddie said. “He must be hallucinating. He’s acting like he’s with a bunch of hot chicks.”
“It looks that way,” the friend said.
A few seconds later, it looked as though some invisible person were holding Virgil by the hands and leading him off the dance floor. The boys saw an ear-to-ear grin on his face, as well as sparkling, hypnotized eyes. As he walked towards the door out of the dance bar, he had both arms around invisible waists.
“Holy shit,” Eddie said, wide-eyed. “He must be really, really wasted.”
Virgil was driving his car, feeling the redhead blowing him. (His hard-on was poking out of his open fly, doing nothing but getting harder.)
“So, where…are we going, girls?” he panted. “Oh!“
“Just keep going straight,” the brunette said. “We’re almost there.”
He kept driving for several more minutes, hypnotized by the three girls’ singing and the lips and tongue he felt going up and down on his cock. Oddly, he heard three-part, not two-part, vocal harmony.
“Oh, you girls…are talented,” he moaned. “You suck…while singing, but don’t…suck at singing. Oh!“
He looked all around his surroundings, seeing flat fields of grass, airstrips, and parked airplanes.
“You wanna screw…in an airfield?” he grunted.
“Yes,” the brunette said, then resumed singing with the other two.
“Why here?” he panted.
“It’s sexy,” the blonde said. “In a public place, we might get caught.” She resumed singing.
“Don’t you think that’s exciting?” the brunette asked, then sang again.
“Yeah, I guess,” he sighed. “Unh!“
They approached a big plane, one with a huge propellor.
“Stop here,” the brunette said.
“OK,” he sighed, then parked his car by the plane.
He got out, hearing the girls’ singing as his full erection was still pointing out of his zipper. The redhead took him by the hands and led him just in front of the propellor, a few steps to the left of the centre. Then she knelt before him and resumed her sucking…or so he imagined.
At the same time, he imagined the brunette behind him, kissing him on the neck and fingering his nipples. The blonde was facing him, her legs spread out and on either side of the squatting redhead. He was French-kissing the blonde while her hands were on his buttocks, squeezing them and pressing them with her fingers.
The girls were singing the whole time, even while French-kissing and blowing him, and while the brunette nibbled on his neck. They didn’t need their mouths to be free, since they weren’t physical. Virgil heard what sounded like the words of a foreign language in their singing; he couldn’t recognize what language it was, let alone understand its meaning…not that he cared.
He was in sensual heaven.
Then, the engine of the airplane started, though no one was in the cockpit. The wind blowing on him, the rumbling of the engine–he barely noticed them. It was as if the mild breeze and hum of a large fan were cooling him. He was too busy screwing his illusions.
The wheels of the plane were moving it slowly forward.
He, still with his hard-on pointing towards the propellor, was still standing a few feet to the left of its centre. All he saw, though, were the mesmerizing eyes of the blonde he seemed to be kissing.
“Hey!” called out a female voice he didn’t notice at all. “What are you doing here? Who is in that plane…? Oh!” She was now close enough to him to notice his dick was out; she quickly looked away. “What are you, some kind of pervert? All alone with your…?”
Since her head was still turned away, it was his blood spraying all over her that made her realize the propellor had already begun slicing him up.
She looked back at him and screamed from all the red she saw splashing everywhere. She quickly backed away.
Oddly, he didn’t seem to notice what was happening to him. No pain at all.
Armless, with only half of his dick left at the moment, and thoroughly bloody, he just kept French-kissing that invisible blonde.