One Night Stand

 

Faith

"You're part of those who caused me problems, you follow in tormenting me, you will pay with your lifeblood.

Those were the words Faith said to Dominic before she changed into a horror he couldn't even imagine. Her face became the face of a spider, with rows of sharp teeth, longer than his middle finger, her hands became claws as sharp as a sword, and she grew taller than her usual four point seven inches.

Dominic has been wooing Faith and trying to get into her pants for the past six months now, and she just tells him to be patient, but he couldn't because of Konji.

He reflects ruefully anytime he thinks of Konji(sexual urge), that everyone said is a bastard. So he wondered that night as Faith changed to that horror, and he crawled under his work table and used the chairs as a blockage to stop any access to him, and he kept mouthing" I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, before the horror ripped the table away to exposed him, and he look up to see fang and claws descending on him, and he shout Jesus. That was how he woke up to discover it was only a dream. He was sweating even though the room was freezing. He checked the time, and it was just midnight.

He shudders and wonders if he will be able to sleep again. He stood up from the bed and knelt to pray. He reflected that he had never been a devoted Christian, and he had never been to church, but he knew the almighty God is forgiving. As he was about to start praying, there came a heavy knock on his door. He whimpered, and his heart did a double-take. He thought he was imagining it, but the knock came again, this time with insistence." Who is that? He croaked out with a trembling voice, moving to the door and looking through the peephole, but not seeing the face of the person.

"It is me, came a female voice, muffled.

What is your name? He asked, still trying to see the face of the person.

"Dominic! Please open the door, it's me, Faith!

He jumped back when he heard her name, and his hands started shaking. He did the sign of the crucifixion and mouthed a silent prayer." Faith!

Yes, please open the door now.

But you are home, he said with his heart beating with dread and a hope not from his heart, but from the erection of his manhood, which he came to think was the cause of his weakness that moment.

" I left home to come and see you, or don't you want me again? She asked him.

He understands why now they say Konji is a bastard; he wondered if it would be a mistake and his downfall, but then, when he looked down at his manhood, he couldn't help but pity the poor guy that needed a mighty release, not just for himself, but for his sanity and peace of mind. He went to the door and unlocked it.

Faith entered the room, a coy smile playing on her lips. She turned back to see Dominic still at the door, stiff as a statue. "Dominic!"

"What?"

"Lock the door and come here, fast."

"Why?"

"I want a one-night stand with you."

"But... the fangs and claws?" he stammered.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, frowning.

"I mean... the fang that popped out of your mouth."

"Do I have a fang?"

"Yes."

"What?"

"I mean, no," he said quickly, "it's just that my brain is still foggy."

"I suppose so," she said, pulling off her jacket and sitting on the bed. "Well?"

"Well, what?" he asked, still at the door.

"Aren't you going to give me a one-night stand?"

"Eh?"

"What's gotten into you, Dominic?"

"Oh, nothing, you know, just a bad dream."

"A dream?" she asked with a sigh.

"Yes."

"What is it about that that spooks you so?"

"Oh, nothing," Dominic said, wiping sweat from his brow.

"You're even sweating, Dominic?"

"Nothing, my dear Faith," he said, forcing a smile. "What were you saying about a one-night stand?"

"Yeah," she said, looking him up and down. "Aren't you going to... you know?"

"Eh?"

"What the hell is wrong with you tonight? You've been at my neck, wanting this for ages, and now I risk everything to come here, and you're acting weird."

"It's just a dream," he said, avoiding her gaze.

"Fuck you and your stupid dream," she said angrily. "I'm going back. Seems like I made a mistake." She stood up, picked up her jacket, and took a step. Dominic grabbed her hand. She stopped, looked at him. He let go, then reached for her hand again.

"Please don't go," he pleaded.

"Why not?"

He looked down at himself, surprised to see a change. He cursed silently, wondering what was wrong with men and their third legs. "You were talking about a one-night stand," he said, still looking down, already picturing how he would handle her.

"Yeah."

"I'm up to it," he said, pushing her gently onto the bed.

"Are you sure?" she asked, pulling off her jacket again.

"Yes, I'm sure," he said, heading to the kitchen.

"Where are you going?"

"Don't worry, I need to boost my immune system."

She laughed. "Don't be like a pastor, I know what you're going to do."

"And what is that, oh ye holy seer?"

"What do all men usually do before... well, you know."

"Hey!" he protested. "This isn't... just an alcoholic drink to calm my nerves."

"To calm your nerves from a dream or a woman's...?"

"What's the difference?" he asked, clinking a glass.

"One's a damn dream, and the other is reality, sitting right in front of you."

"Yeah," he said, measuring the drink, eyeing her. "Do you want one?"

"No," she snapped, her voice tight.

"You lose," Dominic said, taking a slow sip.

"What is wrong with you? I risk everything coming here to see you, yet you're more interested in that drink than in me."

Dominic leaned back, smacking his lips. "Relax. It'll be your turn."

"By then, I won't be in the mood."

"Hey! Don't say that."

"I dare. You're killing the mood."

"I'm coming," he said, draining his glass.

"Hurry. The river has dried up."

Dominic hurried to Faith, his nerves buzzing. He kept seeing flashes of his dreams, wondering if Faith would change into what he saw. But a tiny voice whispered, Don't be a fool.

He approached Faith and sat on the edge of the bed, a nervous smile on his face. His eyes darted toward the door and then the window.

"Are you planning to run?" she asked.

"Why would I run?"

"Your eyes are searching for an escape route."

"Don't be a killjoy," he said, the laugh hollow.

"This is your home, right?"

"Yeah."

"So why are you sweating? Just because you want to bed a woman?"

"Oh, it is nothing," Dominic said, his eyes darting away, avoiding her gaze.

"Seems like I got the short end of the straw," Faith said, rising from the bed and beginning to dress.

"Hey! We're not finished," Dominic protested.

"What's left to do?" she challenged.

"You know what you came for," he replied. "Or what you asked for."

"I came for a one-night stand, and I got a scared kid instead, who's afraid of my face, and whose... member is still asleep even after I opened the floodgates."

"It's not your fault," Dominic sighed, flopping back onto the bed and rubbing his temple.

"Did I say it was my fault?" Faith retorted.

"Well, it was the dream," he said defensively, still not looking at her.

"What has a dream got to do with... this?"

"You wouldn't understand what I dream about."

"In that case, good night," she said, heading for the door.

"It's late, can't you stay?"

"With the way you're avoiding me? No, thank you."

Faith left, slamming the door with a bang, jolting Dominic upright. He hurried to lock the door, knowing his area wasn't safe. He wasn't overly worried about Faith, knowing she could handle herself. He rubbed his temple again, wondering if the concoction he'd drunk was giving him a headache. With a half-hearted spirit of remorse, he knelt, trying to pray after being interrupted by Faith. But as he knelt, the effects of his drink kicked in, and he began to experience a physical reaction. At first, he exclaimed, "Oh, not now, please!" But then he noticed the sensation intensifying. "This is not a good sign," he said in a low voice, wondering what he would do as the sensation became more intense. He started wincing, checking the time with clenched teeth, and swore when he saw it was just a few minutes past two in the morning. He peered out the window, seeing only darkness, with no one outside or any cars moving. "This is a big problem," he groaned, the discomfort becoming unbearable. He fumbled with his phone and called his neighbor, but no one answered.

He winced, his eyes watering, and moaned with pain. Hurrying to the bottle, he squinted at the instructions, another wave of agony washing over him. He swore under his breath. "Holy mother, I'm done for." The instructions called for a tablespoon mixed with three fingers of "man power," but he remembered using a full glass. He cried out at the thought of the excess. "Thunder fire! How do I get rid of this? How do I stop the pain?" The pain intensified, and he screamed at the top of his lungs, "ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRH!"

Meanwhile, Joy was enjoying a peaceful sleep after a grueling day. She had served hundreds of customers, the physical strain of standing and the pressure of avoiding mistakes taking its toll. Her supervisor was relentless. Relieved to be home early, she had enjoyed a warm bath and fallen into a deep sleep. The scream jolted her awake. Disoriented, she fumbled for her phone, then heard the scream again, followed by a voice shouting, "I'm dead, OH!"

She threw on a jacket over her pajamas and rushed toward the sound, which led to Dominic's room. Her neighbor, Cynthia, was already there, banging on the door.

"Dominic, what's wrong? Open the door!" Cynthia yelled.

"What's the matter with him?" Joy asked as she joined Cynthia.

"No idea. The fool woke me up."

Suddenly, Dominic screamed again, "Ewooooooooooooooooo!"

Joy banged the door urgently after hearing Dominic shout. Dominic opened the door. "What is wrong with you?"

"I'm dying!" he shouted back. "Please help me!"

"Open the door so we can help you," Cynthia said, knocking harder.

"I can't move," Dominic cried back.

"What the hell is holding you?" Joy asked with irritation.

"The pain is too much for me to move," Dominic said with a whimper.

"You are getting me angry," Cynthia said. "I was having a nice sleep until your shout woke me up, and now you are saying nonsense when we want to help you."

"Let's get back to bed," Joy said, knowing she had a few hours before she resumed work.

"Please don't go," Dominic pleaded. "I'm coming now."

He crawled on hands and knees to the door, fumbling with the lock, all the while cursing his bad luck and praying he never saw Faith again. As he opened the door, the two girls looked down at him with bafflement.

"Why are you on your hands and knees?" Cynthia asked him.

"I can't stand," he said, a painful expression on his face.

"But why?"

Then he rolled onto his back so they could see the reason. When their eyes traveled to his member, they both shouted with exclamation, "JESUS!"

"What is the meaning of this?" Joy asked, looking at how Dominic was battling the pain on the floor, tears spilling from his eyes.

"I think I...overtook the...manpower," he stammered.

"Why would you take...manpower...when you are alone?" Cynthia asked him.

"Please, I need help," Dominic crooned.

"I'm not having sex with you," Joy said, taking a step back.

"No! Not that, please!" Dominic hurried to assure her. "I need help to visit the hospital."

"This late, eh? And with the kind of hood we have, that bad things always happen at night, eh?" Cynthia asked him.

"You guys need to help me, or I'll lose my membership," he pleaded.

"That's your fault, don't blame us," Joy retorted, struggling to lift him. Cynthia moved to help, and together they attempted to hoist him to his feet.

"It was a mistake," Dominic groaned as they lifted him. Joy gripped his right hand, while Cynthia took his left. As they struggled, his trousers shifted, and his member was exposed.

Cynthia's eyes widened. "Well, I never knew you were so... well-endowed," she said, her gaze lingering.

"This isn't the time," Joy gasped, panting from the effort of supporting him.

Dominic stammered, moaning in pain. "That's not fair! You're asking us to go out tonight, and you don't care about our safety?"

Cynthia argued, her voice laced with concern. Joy, however, urged them forward. "Come on, Cynthia, don't be a cynic. Dominic needs us."

"It's not about cynicism," Cynthia insisted, refusing to budge. "This neighborhood isn't safe, and we're easy targets for trouble-makers at this hour."

"Please don't leave me like this," Dominic pleaded, panic rising in his voice. "Did I do this to you?"

"No!"

"Then why are you involving me in something I know nothing about?"

"Sorry," Dominic said, frustration lacing his voice, "It's all that damn Faith's fault." He struggled to put one leg in front of the other, trying to keep up with them.

"Faith?" Joy questioned, confused.

"Yeah, she came for a one-night stand, but before that, I had a terrible dream about her, and then she just appeared out of nowhere."

"You're not making sense, Dominic. What does sex have to do with a dream?" Cynthia asked.

"You wouldn't understand," Dominic said, shuddering. "Her face... it was like a spider."

"And yet you still... entertained her?" Joy retorted, raising an eyebrow.

"It wasn't like that," Dominic tried to defend himself.

"And yet, here we are," Cynthia said, motioning towards his obvious predicament. "Let's hurry, please. I'm dying."

They hurried to Isaac's house, hoping he could help. They banged on his door.

Isaac, jolted awake, whimpered from behind the door, "Please, I have nothing! Don't rob me!"

"Isaac, open up! It's me, Joy!"

"Joy? What are you doing banging on my door this late?"

"We need your help. Open up!"

"No way! It could be a trap."

Dominic, in desperation, shouted, "ISAAC, OPEN THE DOOR! I'M DYING!"

"What's killing you?" Isaac asked, still hesitant.

"Open the door, Isaac. Dominic's having... a problem," Cynthia said, sighing. "I'm so tired."

Isaac cautiously opened the door a crack, peering out. Seeing Joy and Cynthia supporting Dominic, he let out a breath of relief.

Isaac looked at Dominic, his eyes dropping to Dominic's erect member. "What's happening?"

"Don't panic," Cynthia said with a light laugh. "Isaac, we need your car to get him to the hospital."

"My car?"

"No, your plane," Joy said sarcastically.

"But what happened?" Isaac asked, pointing at Dominic.

"He overdosed on 'manpower,' and it's affecting him," Cynthia replied.

"Ewo! That's bad, oh, very bad," Isaac exclaimed.

"Why is it bad?" Dominic asked, his voice laced with panic.

"One of my friends overdosed too, and they had to...remove his," Isaac said, trailing off.

At this, Dominic became agitated, tears welling in his eyes, a mixture of pain and fear. "I'm ruined! I haven't even had a child, and now my...will be cut off because of a one-night stand with Faith, and that's not even right."

"Wait! Which Faith?" Isaac asked.

"You know, Faith from the hood, the tall girl with the dimples?"

"Ha!" Isaac exclaimed. "Sorry, bro, that's rough, but Faith is with me. As you can see," he said sheepishly, gesturing towards the still-sleeping Faith.

"WHAT!"

"Never mind. Let me get my keys and drive you."

Dominic, dazed, began to process. "So, Faith spent the night with Isaac after what she did to me?" He fumed. "I was warned about women, but I didn't listen because I was in love. Look where it's gotten me," he cried out, the pain intensifying.

Joy banged on the door harder. "Hurry, Isaac, he's in pain!"

"Coming, hold on!"

Isaac drove them to the hospital. All the way, Dominic cried and cursed Faith, and Isaac had to remind him not to include him in the curses, as he was unaware of Dominic's relationship with Faith.

It was a tense ride. Cynthia kept mocking Dominic. "What a weakling," she said. "A real man would go all the way without needing a concoction. He spent two hours dabbling in herbs just to stay erect. What a shame."

At the hospital, Dominic was admitted immediately due to a lack of other patients. When the doctor saw the reason for his admission, he shook his head and sighed.

Dominic, seeing the doctor's expression, began to wail, "Oh no, he's going to cut it off! I'm dead!"

"Calm down. I'm not going to cut it off. I'm just disappointed that a young man like you would resort to such a concoction just to satisfy a woman," the doctor said.

"It was a mistake."

"Don't make excuses. Young men these days damage their bodies and blame it on frivolous reasons. My name is Doctor Trump, and I'm going to treat you. I hope you'll change your ways and stop taking those drinks just to satisfy a woman."

"Yes, sir," Dominic answered.

“Men eat rubbish that destroys their bodies and leaves them underperforming in the bedroom,” Doctor Trump said, shaking his head. “Then they rush to take boosters just to last an hour with a woman.”

“But Doctor, what can I do to avoid this again?” Dominic asked.

“Eat healthy and burn that belly fat. Choose foods that boost your system, not damage it.”

“Thank you, Doctor.”

“And add eggs to your diet,” the doctor continued. “They contain nearly all the nutrients you need. Also, try fasting—it helps burn fat.”

“Yes, sir.”

Dominic was dismissed after his treatment. As he left, he vowed never to take manhood boosters again just to satisfy a woman.

The End