Date: Mon, 7 Mar 2005 03:07:51 +0000 (GMT)
From: Dan Perducci <danperducci@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Agony and the Ecstasy by Dan Perducci

What did it mean for Aaron to graduate from college?  It
meant hardly much if it meant that he was going to
immediately land that dream job.

Aaron lacked that vaunted experience to get hired and he
lacked the job to gain the experience.

He was back in his hometown for only three weeks and he
already wished that he was on the legendary `five-year
plan' to give himself some extra time in the classroom.  Or
maybe six years might be best for him.

The lobby of the TempFinders office was crowded with aspiring
file clerks and receptionists who were willing to have work
that was about as stable as an actors in television
commercials.

Aaron was twenty-two and was groveling for the satisfaction
of a weekly paycheck and an assignment that lasted longer
than a month.

Paula the branch manager had Aaron take a battery of tests.
He typed.  He added.  He calculated.  He computed.

After an hour of completing forms, submitting references and
watching the training video, Aaron was ready for whatever job
was to be handed to him.

"I've got good news," Paula gushed like someone who truly
loved her dead-end job.

"You, my friend, are going to be working a long-term
assignment at Fremont Brothers.  This department store is
going out of business but needs help cataloging its final
inventory.  You should be there for four weeks."

Aaron was happy to have landed something to keep him occupied
for the time being.  He received directions to the downtown
store and information about his working hours, the dress code
and where to eat lunch.

"This is fucking great," Aaron told his best friend on his
cell phone as he drove away from TempFinders.

"You need to celebrate.  I know it's not like you got a job
at an advertising agency but this calls for something!" said
Natalie.

"I'm on my way to your house," he announced.

Natalie had an interesting living arrangement.  She briefly
dated Aaron and dumped him for the guy she was living with.
There were no Jerry Springer problems, though; Aaron and the
new guy became fast friends.

Aaron entered the front door of the apartment and loosened
his scarlet power tie.  Ben was resting on the floor with a
white powery residue on his upper lip.

"Sorry.  You just missed us doing a cool line," Natalie
said sheepishly.

Ben got up and fixed himself up with a quick brush of his
sleeve against his face.

Aaron didn't mind too much his missed chance at
celebration.  He never did coke and didn't plan on starting.

He sat on the couch next to Natalie and asked her what she
had planned for the evening.

"Well, I know that you don't snort but I know that you
would love to try some X."

Aaron adjusted his glasses and looked puzzled.

"Doesn't that totally fuck with your nervous system?  I
can't be a part of that scene," Aaron protested.

"We're not trying to turn you into a raver or anything.  We
just want to have a little extra fun!"

"What are we gonna do tonight, then?" Aaron asked
skeptically.

"Well, if you're that curious," Ben interjected, "We are
going to have a giant love fest.  Come on.  You can't knock
being in a freaky cloud of love with your friends and a
hundred other people.  Can you?"

"You know that I will try anything once," Aaron relented to
his friends.

"I know that you would," Natalie teased.

Aaron immediately flashed back to the time that the three had
wild sex in a Boston hotel room on St. Patrick's Day.  It
was fantastic as the trashed trio tried every sexual
combination possible.  If Natalie had a dick, she might have
even screwed both guys.

"I hope that you didn't have anything to eat," Natalie
wondered out loud to Aaron.

"Not because I didn't want to eat.  I spent eternity at
TempFinders.  I missed lunch and breakfast!"

"Perfect," she purred sweetly into Aaron's ear.

"Are your pangs getting to you," asked Ben.

"Not really, I guess," replied Ben.

"Great, take one of these."

Ben reached into his velvet Crown Royal bag and pulled out
three beige-colored pills.  They each had a strange logo on
them.  They were not the marking of a pharmaceutical company
but pictures of peace symbols.

Ben placed one pill in Aaron's grudgingly outstretched
hand.  Natalie foisted a half-empty bottle of Evian toward
him.

"Down it goes, honey," she said breezily.

Natalie and Ben followed suit with their respective dose.

"Maybe I'm impatient but I'm not feeling anything, kids,"
Aaron proudly told the pair.

"You're going to love the whole damn world," Ben
exclaimed, "You need to change into something more of a
Friday night kind of mood."

Natalie led Aaron into the bedroom and chose something that
Ben didn't really cherish.  In this case, it was a neon
orange t-shirt and a shop-worn pair of black jeans.

"I know that you look like Halloween but this is in case you
puke yourself," she explained to Aaron, "I just hope that
you don't puke on the dance floor."

"Where are we going?" Aaron asked.

"We can't sit here and play Clue while we trip," she said,
"We're going to Planet 9."

Planet 9 was the local gay bar; it had the most diverse mix
of trance, ambient, house, jungle and any other music that
could come coasting from a DJ's imagination.

"Who's driving?" Aaron asked.

Ben's eyes glazed over and he wandered Aaron's way.  Ben
placed a long lingering kiss on his friend's lips.

"I'm driving, you rookie," Ben said.

"Let's go," Natalie said.  She removed her sweater to
reveal only a white wife beater style undershirt.  I need to
take off my bra too because I am going to be sweating like a
whore in church, she thought to herself.

The three traveled only ten minutes to their club of choice.
Once inside, they went three different ways.

Ben headed for the bar.  Natalie sought out her co-workers
from the cell phone store.  Aaron made a beeline to the dance
floor.

The flashing lights and the strobes were intense but so was
Aaron.  His heart began to race with a fury that he never
felt before.  His flesh started seeping with perspiration.
He was lusting for everyone around him.

He was not the first person to be rolling on the dance floor
at Planet 9.  A sympathetic dancer reached into her purse to
hand him a lollipop from her purse.  Aaron's mouth began a
heated relationship with the sweet confection on a stick.

Aaron's tongue twirled and played with the Blow Pop.  He was
not aware that he was catching the attention of admiring
eyes.  A random hand from the crowd reached through the sea
of people and pulled at him.

Aaron was turned on and aroused be the fingers that held his
arm.  He rubbed his cheek against the hand and followed
blindly from the dance floor.  It was a magical time in which
Aaron would have been following anybody.  He didn't care who
it was -- someone to help him or someone to hurt him.

The flickering lights of the club gave way to the twinkling
illumination of the night sky.  He willfully trekked in the
darkness of the unpaved parking lot to a wall that was out of
view from the street.

Aaron stopped when his leader halted.  Aaron felt the
pressure on his arm go away and then felt himself in the warm
embrace of a strange man.  A tongue was racing its way around
his face and he never even bother to ask a name.

It didn't take much for Aaron to get wood from this
experience.  His erectness was pressing through the fabric of
his borrowed jeans.  Those jeans quickly disappeared into the
dimness below the two.

Aaron inhaled deeply and his back arched with the sensation
that enveloped his bare cock.  The wet feeling had to be this
guy's mouth.  Aaron had no idea who but he knew that it
wasn't like any blowjob that he ever had before.  A hundred
mouths were causing his member to throb and tingle.  This
army of tongues was taking Aaron to the next level.

Some distant soundtrack was playing in Aaron's head.  His
hips bucked, thrusted and ground to this imaginary beat that
was complied from Aaron's brief time on the dance floor.
Looping and repeating were his bodily motions in a state of
pleasure that was destined to be no simple quickie.

Aaron didn't care that he had no threshold to ejaculation.
His mystery sucker didn't mind either.  They were caught in
a drug-induced stupor of excess -- well, at least Aaron was.

A rush of something twisted and contorted Aaron's body.  He
shimmied and shook to somehow savor the exit of his
ejaculation into the stranger's willing mouth.

It was over.  The mouth pulled away.  The stranger grunted
something that sounded like either "Thanks" or "Great"
and disappeared.

Around three in the morning, the club was preparing to close
and chuckling woke up Aaron.  Ben and Natalie were standing
above their friend lying on the ground with his pants around
his ankles.

"You passed out while taking a piss!" Ben screamed.

"I'm sorry that your first trip was such a bummer,"
Natalie said.  She tried to fight her own impulse to laugh.

"Let's get you home and we'll watch some movies," Ben
said, "We'll have to make it up to you somehow.  Nobody
takes ecstasy and doesn't get laid."

Natalie nodded in agreement and helped Ben pull their
friend's pants back up.