Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
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I tried to pull away, but these monks had supernatural strength. The weight of the situation<br />
began to weigh on me. Sex with a cadaver wasn’t on the list of things I wanted to do before I<br />
died, unless the cadaver was Angelina Jolie.<br />
Then I stopped struggling, because I realized this had to be some kind of joke. Like a hazing<br />
prank, and when the coffin opened a stripper would pop out and blow me. That made a lot more<br />
sense than a society of necrophiliacs meeting secretly under one of Chicago’s largest cemeteries.<br />
Right?<br />
I smiled, hoping the stripper had big tits, not even protesting when I was depantsed by one<br />
of the hulky monk guys. They also took my gun. I figured that was okay—I only needed one<br />
type of gun to handle a hot stripper. You know what I mean.<br />
My penis. I’m talking about my penis.<br />
“Okay.” I clapped my hands together. “Let’s do this.”<br />
Another monk opened the coffin, and I stared in grinning expectation at a naked dead man.<br />
“That’s a guy,” I said.<br />
Head monk came in close and whispered. “Couldn’t find girl this time. It doesn’t matter.<br />
Death is death. It’s all a turn-on. You’re here to get laid, right?”<br />
I eyed the body. A chubby bald white guy, late fifties. The Y cut across his chest indicated<br />
he was autopsied. Death was probably a heart attack, based on the size of his gut.<br />
“I’m actually not really feeling it right now,” I said.<br />
“We can flip him over, if that helps.”<br />
“I don’t think it will help.”<br />
“How fresh is it?” someone in the crowd yelled.<br />
“Planted eight days ago,” head monk answered.<br />
The crowd cheered.<br />
“I got sloppy seconds!”<br />
“I got thirds!”<br />
“I want to go last, when he’s so full he’s leaking out of his nose!”<br />
I tried to step away, but the inhumanly muscular monks held me firm.<br />
“I’m really not horny right now,” I insisted. “In fact, I may never be horny again.”<br />
“My friend is shy!” That damn old caretaker guy again. “He doesn’t like to pitch! He prefers<br />
catching!”<br />
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