The Party: The Beginning by mr.sooner
A young man finds out the pleasure of helping the Party and finds hope for the future. , Chapter One: The Beginning
I was fifteen when I took my first Party job. No, that’s a lie. I had actually been running errands for them for years. This was my first sanctioned job by the Party though and did more to set me up for the future than anything else in life. I remember the day like it was yesterday, although it was twenty years ago.
The local messenger found me huddled in the two room apartment that I kept in an abandoned building. It was below freezing outside and I was attempting to keep the small oil stove lit to get some meager heat. Oil was expensive and a luxury I couldn’t afford so I had to use whatever I could scrounged from the empty, desolate streets. I had just burned my fingertips on a match when the small kid crawled in through the door, which was only propped up to keep the cold out. He told me in an excited, rapid fire manner that the local Lieutenant wanted to see me. At first, fear gripped my heart. What had I done to gain the attention of the Party? My first thought was to run away and I seriously considered it. However, when I looked around my shabby place and heard my stomach growl I realized I had nowhere to go. Maybe death would be better.
I slipped on my cleanest clothes, but they still showed dirt and stains from months without being washed. As I trudged along the cracked sidewalk I mulled over the situation. Most likely, I was going to be drafted and sent into the army. I knew the Party officials were paid for boys enlisting. I had hoped to avoid it because the fighting was heavy and would certainly lead to an early death. It was a thirty minute walk to the area of the city that was still functioning after the bombings from the First Attack and First Defense. There were a few people on the streets, but no cars. Only the Party drove cars. I made my way quickly down the street trying not to draw attention to myself. There was little chance of that though, as people tended to mind their own business these days.
I didn’t know exactly where the Lieutenant conducted business, but I knew the general area and hoped to find a Party member to tell me. When I started walking down the street I didn’t even need to do that. Standing in a crowd in front of an old supermarket was a group of people that must be Party members or associates. As I drew closer I guessed that two guys were the protection detail. They each had leather jackets, short hair-cuts and scars on their hands and faces. I was more than a little intimidated by them. Hanging around them were some prostitutes. You could tell that they were pretty at one time, but sadly used up even in their early twenties. I drew up and the two toughs took notice of me.
“I’m, um, I’m here to see the Lieutenant,” I said, trying to sound like it was no big deal.
“You are, huh? Who the hell are you?” one of the toughs demanded.
“I’m Kale.”
“Kale, ain’t that a sweet name. You wanna try something else sweet? Forget about that old bastard and hang out with me,” one of the prostitutes said as she lifted up her skirt to reveal her hairy muff. The thick tangle of hair covered her entire pussy. I blushed at the sight of her bare crotch. I had yet to have sex and the only naked girls I had seen were in magazines or far awa.
“Aww…you embarrassed him. I bet you’re still a virgin, ain’t ya?” the other hooker said. She was blonde and slightly better looking that the brunette.
“Yeah? How ‘bout we go out back and take one of these girls virginity together? I’ll take the front and you take the back.”
I blushed a deeper shade of red and shook my head no at the thought of fucking one of these girls in the ass.
“What? They ain’t good enough for?”
The tough that was standing closest to me moved in far quicker than I imagined he could move. He wrapped his arm around my neck and had me in a headlock before I could react. A sharp twang sounded and the cold steel of a switchblade was pressed against my cheek. I could smell the garlic and stale beer on the tough’s breath as he spoke.
“No, how about you kiss my friend here to make up?”
The brunette stepped closer and hiked her skirt up once again to reveal her fur covered pussy. Her body odor was nauseating up close and I struggled to escape the guy’s clutches.
“Hey! You assholes, what are you doing?”, a voice behind me yelled.
“This little punk is about to kiss the lady!”
“Well, she ain’t no later. Leave the kid alone. Didn’t he tell you he was here to see the L-T?”
The tough holding me let me go and said that he was just kidding around and that he didn’t know what I was here for. I stepped past him toward my savior. He was an older gentleman, neat in appearance. He had a bald head and I couldn’t tell his age, but guessed it was around forty. He wore a navy blue track suit with black dress shoes which I thought was strange. He beckoned me inside and I followed a few steps back.
We wound through empty aisles of the store to the back corner where the florescent lights buzzed and flickered. Knocking on a wooden door the man opened it and motioned me inside. I took a small, cautious step inside a small office. The room was dominated by a desk, behind which sat the fatest man I’d ever seen. He easily tipped the scale at five hundred pounds. There were bits of paper scattered around the office like confetti and mounds of paperwork piled on the desk. I stood by the door still unsure of what to do. I watched the man lean back in his chair and swat something away with his hand. I was shocked to see a young girl stand up from behind the desk. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and it dawned on me that she had been giving him a blowjob. The girl was beautiful. She had short black hair, large green eyes, a slender frame and was about my age. I had an immediate crush on her and felt sorry for her. She looked at me in embarrassment when she realized I was not a usual person around the office. She lowered her gaze and left through a side door on the opposite side of the office from where I’d entered.
“Come, come. You are Kale,” it was a comment rather than a question. “Please sit, sit,” he said and waved a beefy hand toward a gray metal chair. I dutifully sat down.
“I have a problem Mister Kale. I need help. Will you help me?”
“Um, yes, sir.”
The fat Lieutenant smiled and leaned forward. He explained the problem quickly and simply. A man operated a bakery a few blocks away and had failed to pay his taxes to the Party. However, whenever anyone went to persuade him a loyal watch of local residents warned him and we would disappear or relocate. So far, the Party looked inept in taming his flagrant disregard for the Party. Since I was only a boy and was not associated with the Party, it was decided that I could get close when no one else could. Handing me a small pistol fitted with a silencer the Lieutenant was asking me to kill this man. In return, I would be well compensated.
I had never killed anyone. The gun felt heavy in my hands. The fat man stared at me as I stared at the gun.