up the stairs like a woman half her age, then waited expectantly in front of his door.
Who or what the hell is this woman? What if she wants sex? Micah couldn’t imagine how he would ever be able to fulfill his end of the bargain if that was the case.
“How do you know so much about me?” Micah asked, feeling very uneasy about letting her into his home.
“You don’t wanna know, boy. Now unlock that door and let me in. We have work to do and I don’t have all day to screw around on this.”
Micah did as he was told, unlocking the door and entering in front of Muse.
She didn’t seem to have much in the way of manners, so he saw no reason that he should go out of his way to act chivalrous to the hag.
Once inside, she spent a few moments peering around, her glittering dark eyes taking in everything in at once. Apparently satisfied with what she saw, Muse pushed a pile of papers off the kitchen table and sat down on the chair.
Muttering incoherently, she wasted no time upending her bag and scattering the contents onto the table. What looked like a pile of stones rested in a heap on top. Irregularly shaped and a mixture of odd colors, the stones, Micah imagined, were probably not rocks at all but rather the faded, glossy bones of small animals.
“Are you a witch?” Micah’s voice ended in a squeak, causing color to flood his face.
“Does it matter?” Muse looked up from arranging the bones and stones, her eyes narrowed and her mouth pinched.
“I was just wondering how you, uh, did what you did to me.”
“I can explain it to ya, or I can do it again. Which you want?”
“I need a novel. They are expecting a novel out of me and I can’t come up with one. I was hoping—”
“I know what you need. Now can we get to it?” She looked impatient and he suddenly feared she might leave.
“Yes, of course.”
Muse made a show of studying the pattern of the bits and pieces on the table, scrutinizing their layout for long moments before making minor adjustments. When she was satisfied, she nodded her head once and made a horrible phlegmy noise in the back of her throat before hacking a wad of snot a high school bully would’ve been proud of onto the pile. Micah grimaced.
“Time for your contribution.”
“My contribution?”
“I told you this one wasn’t free. Now get out your pecker, boy. Gonna need some of your spunk for it to work.”
“My what?” Micah stared at the hideous creature seated at his kitchen table, hoping he had heard her wrong.
“Come on! You jerk off every morning thinking about that reporter with the big tits. So just do it already!”
He stood frozen in place, his jaw slack. How in the hell could she know that? Muse made an impatient gesture at his crotch and Micah took a step back.
“I’m sorry. I think this was a mistake.”
“I guess so. Maybe you don’t wanna be a real writer after all.” She stood and made as if to gather her trinkets back into the bag, but Micah grabbed her wrist. She glanced sharply at him .
“I do want to be a writer. I do.” Unbuckling his belt and wondering if he had lost his mind, Micah pushed the flaps of his jeans aside and pulled his penis out of the slit in front of his boxers. He rubbed at himself mechanically, picturing the busty reporter while trying not to notice that the old woman’s eyes watched his every move with rapt attention. It was no good. He couldn’t masturbate with her watching.
“Oh for cripes sake!” Muse spit on her hand and grabbed his flaccid cock before he could pull away, stroking him in a rough and professional manner which left no doubt that she had done this before. To his amazement, he became hard almost immediately. As her gnarled hand gripped him in a fist and worked him relentlessly, he felt himself racing towards a ball-draining climax.
Hideous or not, she was about to get him off in a big way.
“Oh my God!” he shouted, gripping the table with both hands as he came, spurting his spunk upon the pile of rocks and bones in what seemed like an endless flow. Hearing a sizzling noise, he looked on in amazement as thin, blue smoke began to rise from the mess.
“God ain’t got nothing to do with this. Now breathe it