Devil’s
Oh Lord, Oh Lord, what have I done?
I’ve fallen in love with a man on the run
Oh Lord, Oh Lord, I’m begging you please
Don’t take that sinner from me
Oh don’t take that sinner from me
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Oh Lord, Oh Lord, what do I do?
I’ve fallen for someone who’s nothing like you
He’s raised on the edge of the devil’s backbone
Oh I just wanna take him home
Oh I just wanna take him home
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Oh Lord, Oh Lord, he’s somewhere between
A hangman’s knot, and three mouths to feed
There wasn’t a wrong or a right he could choose
He did what he had to do
Oh he did what he had to do
Devil's Backbone
The Civil Wars
Aidan Ikaros sat at a small table in the basement speakeasy swallowed by the smoky shadows of a corner nook. His face was tilted downwards towards the glass of moonshine cupped in one of his hands. He looked like any other lonely man praying over his drink in the small-time speakeasy. Located in the brick basement of a pharmacy in Bowling Green, Kentucky, this speakeasy served as a dark hole in which a man may drown his sorrows instead of the jazzy dance establishments found in most metropolitan areas of the country. A muted trumpet soothed the clientele giving the establishment a laid back subdued atmosphere. While Aidan’s head was bowed in the drinker’s prayer his downcast hazel eyes were upturned, surveying the huddled crowd. He swiveled his glass around in a constant circle, as he grasped a cigarette lazily between his fingers. His other hand drummed easily on his pinch-front light grey fedora which was placed on the rough oaken table beside his drink.
Aidan had chestnut hair, which was parted slightly off center and looked at least two shades darker due to the pom oil he used to achieve the slick back look currently popular among the upper-class. He also sported a pencil line mustache accompanied by a short goatee. He had on a matching charcoal gray double breasted vest and wide Oxford bag trousers, with a crimson red tie tucked into the vest. Upon inspection he looked very presentable, a man of means but probably not wealthy, and completely forgettable, which of course was his intention. Only his dusty brown leather shoes betrayed his true origins.
He looked across the narrow room to the corner opposite him. A slender arm protruded from the darkness of the corner draped elegantly over a glass. While there were women in the room most were already claimed for the evening and were otherwise occupied. This one was hiding, waiting to make her move when the right guy came along. It would never do to be noticed before he came around. One long finger traced the lip of the glass and he imagined the same finger tracing circles along his skin. With effort he tore his eyes from the corner and again surveyed the crowd biding his time.
He hated these small time scams, but they seemed to be the necessary stepping stones to a better life. There was a plan on the horizon that he hoped to put into action very soon. If tonight’s efforts were as fruitful as he thought they might be, he could begin to put his plan into action. It was a risky venture, but the more dangerous ventures often had higher returns. He was a gambler at heart and he couldn’t help going all in. He looked again at the obscured corner which housed the speakeasy’s biggest mystery. She was now smoking a cigarette in a long ebony cigarette holder. As she took a drag the end of the cigarette glowed temporally illuminating her face and for a moment he caught a glimpse of large almond shaped predatory eyes. He took a drag of his own cigarette in response before turning back to the crowd.
A new arrival to the establishment made his way across the dusty wooden floorboards. He was a late arrival and his presence did not go unnoticed. He was a short man, with a straw boater hat and round spectacles. He had an oval face with teeth that stuck out from his mouth like a rabbit’s and a nose that was squished against his face like a pig’s. He was neither fat nor skinny, and he shuffled about like a forgotten man who could make an excellent husband if only he wasn’t consistently overlooked.
As he watched the man shuffle towards the bar, a spectacular site slipped from the corner, the shadows falling off of her like water droplets. Her nearly black hair was cut into a short bob that curled forward around the upper edge of her cheek bones. Her bangs hung low on her forehead obscuring her eyebrows and framing the top of her alluring brown eyes. She wore a long silken canary yellow dress that scooped high on her chest just below her collar bone in the front but fell all the way to her hips in the back exposing the entire line of her spine. She wore a single long string of pearls that she had looped twice around her long graceful neck, once tightly and the second hanging half way down her back. Her sites were firmly set on the newcomer and she drifted across the room as he received his first drink from the bar. Coming in from his blind side she expertly knocked into him spilling the newly purchased drink onto the floor. She was good; her apology looked completely sincere. A new drink appeared at the bar almost immediately for him at her bequest and they stood together at the bar for some time as she slowly entrapped him in a web that there was no escape from. Even if he had known that it was a trap, he probably still would have fallen for it. Shit, Aidan would have willingly fallen for it multiple times. Of course, he was a glutton for punishment.
He watched them sit down at a table together and jealousy knotted his stomach as she purred into the little man’s ear. With each passing minute she closed in on him her hands expertly rolling over his body and his hand instinctively found the bare skin of her back. She made sure that the drinks kept coming to them both and she matched him drink for drink with little effort. His cheeks and nose began to flush as the drink took hold of him and his hand slowly sunk lower down her spine. Aidan’s jaw tightened and he pulled long raged breaths through his cigarette as the man’s fingers traced along the low-slung fabric of the back of her dress.
Just when Aidan felt he could take no more, he watched them finally rise from the table and hand and hand made for the exit. Aidan took in a long slow breath before finishing off his drink and flipping his fedora onto his head. He rose from the table and placed his cigarette in his mouth. While smoothly placing his hands in the pockets of his trousers he used his tongue to roll the cigarette to the corner of his mouth and set off to quietly shadow his target, his fedora pushed forward on his brow.
Aidan smoothly navigated the edges of the room towards the exit. While his quarry stumbled loudly out the door and up the steps into the evening air, he slipped out almost unnoticed and easily found the shadows in the cool moist evening. From those shadows he watched the couple giggle and grip at each other. They finally reached the man’s car and the small man lightly pushed his female companion up against it, and with her arms draped over his shoulders he began to hungrily devour her mouth. The car was a 1920 Series K Royal Red Stutz Bearcat, built to appeal to the racer inside every man. It was light weight with a long and low chassis that added stability on the corners, and a powerful six-cylinder engine. It would of course need modification to boost the speed further, the back suspension strengthened to handle the extra load and the limited trunk space enlarged then concealed. Back when it was first introduced onto the market, it was a status symbol car, but the poor girl had lost some of that glitz after some years on the road.
With one hand Aidan threw his cigarette to the ground and with the other he reached inside his vest and pulled out his Beretta 418 pocket pistol. He smoothly walked towards the car and pulled back the slide as his target pulled at the back of the women’s thighs urging her to wrap her legs around him. He was able to coax one leg up and around his waist as Aidan slid up directly behind him and placed the muzzle of the gun against the back of the man’s head, under the brim of his hat. The man immediately disconnected his mouth from the nap of the woman’s neck, realizing that he was suddenly in danger.
In a sharp voice he squeaked her name, “Evvie…”
Evvie looked deeply into the man’s eyes and said in one of her most seductive purrs, “Oh Gregory sweetie, I would like to introduce you to my husband, Aidan. Did I forget to mention that I was married?” She ran her finger softly down his face and penetrated Aidan with a devilish grin from over Gregory’s shoulder.
Aidan’s voice was deep and dangerous as he said, “Gregory, Ol’ chum, I apologize but the bank’s closed. I would appreciate it if you got your hands off of my wife’s gams.”
Gregory stiffly released Evvie’s hips and put his hands in the air. She slipped away from him and retrieving her cigarette holder she said to Aidan, “Could you butt me?” After Aidan had handed her a cigarette and lit it, she inhaled the smoke then spoke to Gregory who swallowed nervously. “Sorry baby, didn’t mean to make you all goofy. No hard feelings I hope.” She leaned in and gave him a soft kiss that made him shake all over while expertly sliding her hands into his jacket and retrieving his wallet and keys. Aidan gripped the pocket pistol tightly as he glared at her. She did this on purpose to make him jealous. She smiled at him ruefully as she casually walked to the passenger side of the car and climbed into the leather seat.
All Aidan could do was shake his head at her as she climbed into the car. He cleared his throat before continuing, “Right, Sorry about this again, care for a bit o’ hooch first?”
Gregory began shaking all over as Aidan placed a flask in his hand, “Come on, take a swig, attaboy!” He swore that the man was on the verge of tears and he rolled his eyes. He pushed against the man’s back moving him away from the car and off of the street into the neighboring woods. Once within the darkness of the woods he pushed Gregory onto his knees and said, “One last swig? Alright give it here. Gregory… do you have any regrets?”
Gregory was trembling all over and he responded immediately with a soft shaking voice, “I wish I could have been a husband and father.” A restrained sob finally broke free of him and Aidan could hear the waterworks turn on.
He leaned closer to the man and said in a low voice, “Well Gregory, ol’ boy. I’m sure that you would not find the sort of ball and chain you’re wishing for in a basement speakeasy. Maybe it’s time you rethink your life choices.” He punctuated his sentence by hitting the man on the back of the head with the butt of his pistol with all of his strength. The man fell forward unconscious and Aidan pulled out and lit a fresh cigarette. Aidan squinted down at the man and using the light from a lit match he examined the man’s shoes. He was wearing black and white two-toned wing-tips which Aidan very much admired. Unfortunately the man wore shoes a good two sizes smaller than Aidan and he had to walk away disappointed puffing on his cigarette.
He climbed into the brown leather seat positioned opposite of his wife. He looked over the form seated next to him. She was angled towards him with crossed legs. She puffed distractedly on her cigarette holder and draped the other on the back of his seat. She began to tickle the back of his neck with the tips of her fingers and she looked seductively at him with a notched eyebrow. She wet her lower lip slowly letting the tension build and waiting for him to be the first to say something. She was infuriating. She knew just how to play him and she enjoyed his torment. He truly was a glutton for punishment. Visions of taking her in their new prize took hold of his mind, but they risked being caught and incarcerated if he did not get out of town soon.
Her fingers played over the skin of his neck and it sent a shiver down his spine. He held out a hand palm up and said, “Key?”
She smiled at him and with the hand that she was just tickling him with, produced the key from thin air, pressing it into his outstretched palm. His eyes lingered over her as used the key to ignite the engine. On less modern vehicles he would have had to crank the engine which had been known to break peoples hand if the engine backfired, which would have surely ruined the mood. His mounting sexual frustration mingled with elation over their score. He put the car in gear and set off down the dirt road and out of town. Making the turn out of town, he turned north up the eastern route of the Dixie Highway and opened the car up, testing the speeds of his newly acquired hay burner. Adrenaline began to course through his veins as he pressed his foot down on the gas pedal. His hands held firm to the steering wheel, and he let instinct drive while his brain sat along for the ride. He rounded a curve at reckless speeds eliciting a squeal from Evvie as the longitudinal G-forces flung her to the center of the car. Her hand found and gripped at his leg as he rushed head long into the night.
He could feel her lips on his ear as she screamed into the night air, “Aidan, Slow Down! You’re scaring me!”
A crooked smile flashed on his face, enjoying his revenge. Suddenly her hand moved from his leg to his groin where she gripped him lightly and she again yelled into his ear, “Please, Aidan. Slow down for me?” Her hand pressed and rubbed against him and he automatically let off of the gas, allowing the car to slow to a more reasonable speed.
Once again, she had won, knowing exactly how to play him, but he wasn’t going to let it end there. With a mischievous edge to his voice, he yelled back at her, “You’re going to have to do more than that, if you want me to keep this going at an acceptable speed.”
He didn’t have to look at her to know that she had narrowed her eyes at him. His crooked smile turned into a full toothy unabashed grin as her hand undid his trousers and gripped him firmly in her hand. He slowed the car to a very manageable speed and disconnected one hand from the steering wheel to make room for Evvie as she repositioned herself. As she settled her head into his lap he draped his arm across her back and began massaging the bare skin he found there.
Never one to just submit completely she drew out the moment and teased him by only lightly touching him with her fingertips and tongue. He bit at his lip as she did her best to make him go insane. He finally pulled his hand from her back and leaning over slightly spanked her hard on the ass for encouragement. His motivation worked and she immediately took him into her mouth which caused him to audibly moan and his head to drop back for a moment before he remembered that he should probably keep his eyes on the road. Trying to keep his eyes from rolling up into his forehead he decreased speed even farther but continued driving loving the thrill.
With one hand he gripped and massaged her rear through the thin silk of her dress. She couldn’t help but rock her hips and he knew that this would not be the last exploit they had in this car. His heart beat in rhythm with her strokes and even as he worked to keep his eyes on the road his eyelids would flutter and his eyes would become unfocused as the tactile sensations of her mouth became his whole world. As he pushed into the wet warmth of her lips he had to constantly reconsider his foot on the gas pedal which never seemed to be at the right angle. He seemed to always be going too fast or too slow and it took too much attention to maintain the correct speed. While this prolonged his inevitable climax it could not hold it off and his knuckles turned white and a low growling groan rattled in his throat as she pumped him through the waves of his climax. His breath came back to him and he loosened his grip on her silken dress which he had balled around his fist. His breath was low and ragged as she awkwardly climbed out of his lap and lit a cigarette. He struggled for a moment to slow his heartbeat which was thudding loudly in his head. He looked over to Evvie and as she puffed on the cigarette he gave her a blissful chuckle.
The corners of her lips shifted upwards in a tight smile but her eyes were still smoldering cauldrons of lust. She handed her cigarette to him and lit another for herself as she said, “You do realize that I’m not through with you tonight?”
“A man can hope… but perhaps the rest can wait until we get this stolen car off of the road?” he chuckled.
Her voice did not radiate the same humor back at him as she said over the car engine, “Perhaps you should drive faster then.”
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