Entropy
A fat kid was pointing at him with his dirty fingers straight at his head.
—Bam!—the kid yelled as he squeezed his imaginary trigger.
Kevin threw his head back. The fat kid laughed and fired again. Kevin twisted in his chair, he did it so realistically that the kid got scared and ended up running to where his mom was.
When Kevin tried to explain he was just playing, the mom took the kid and walked him outside.
It didn’t take long for Mrs. Diane to show up.
—Hey, Kevs, when are you going to stop scaring my guests?—she said, laughing.
—Did she get really mad?—Kevin asked, blushing.
—Always, the mothers around here are such a pain—she said, grabbing his shoulder with a radiant smile.
—I-I wasn’t being mean...—Kevin said, trying not to look at Diane too much, or at least trying not to let her notice.
—Forget it, Kevs. And well, since you’re just sitting there doing nothing, why don’t you help me with some trays?
Kevin nodded. Diane grabbed his shoulder. It was something she’d always done, only now Kevin wasn’t a kid anymore and having Mrs. Diane’s huge breasts so close... intimidated him.
In the kitchen, the trays were stacked on the counter. Diane took one and handed another to Kevin. Their fingers brushed for a second, but Kevin felt it like an eternity.
—Can you handle that?—Diane asked.
Kevin nodded again. And they both went out to the yard.
—Try not to scare another kid—Diane said, laughing.
—I-I’ll try—he said, looking away.
When they got there, there were at least twenty kids running around, about twice as many nannies, and half as many parents.
—Who’s your handsome friend, Diane?—a tall, thin woman asked her. She looked like she’d had more than one surgery.
—Girls, this is Kevin, Phil’s best friend—Diane said as she handed out the food—. By the way, where is that little devil?
Phil was Diane’s son and had a bad habit of sneaking off from the parties his mom threw.
—I can call him...—Kevin said.
—I think it’ll be useless, but try it, please.
By the time he came back from the call—which turned out to be useless, just as Diane had predicted—most of the adults were gathered around the small stage they’d set up at the far end.
There was a magician using a plastic whip against a rabbit as if it were a lion. Some kids watched for a moment and then went back to running. Then, little by little, the magician made the rabbit retreat into its cage. The adults applauded. Then he took a hen out of its cage, and it rolled around on the floor.
—This creature, my friends, I’ve told her she’s a dog—he said as he pulled out a stick and threw it. The hen ran to fetch it and then brought it back to the magician.
More applause.
—Ladies and gentlemen, for my next act I need a volunteer.
None of the kids seemed willing to leave their games to participate, so the magician had to improvise.
—How about you, miss?—the magician said, reaching his hand out toward Mrs. Diane.
Mrs. Diane laughed like she always did and went up. Several of the men who hadn’t seemed interested in magic before now couldn’t take their eyes off the stage.
—Alright, I think I still need one more volunteer—the magician stretched his gaze and landed on Kevin, a boy who seemed scared of his own shadow—. So—with a gesture he motioned for him to come closer.
Normally Kevin wouldn’t have dared to even go near. But Mrs. Diane’s warm look calmed him down.
—Alright, ladies and gentlemen, you might think it’s easy to control a couple of little creatures. And maybe it is. But what would you say if I told you my control goes beyond that?—the magician stated as he pulled out a gold pocket watch—. But to make it more interesting, it won’t be me doing this—or at least, not just me.
He took Mrs. Diane’s hand without warning and said:
—Now, if you’d be so kind as to look at the watch, miss.
—I hope you’re not going to make me act like the hen—Diane laughed.
—I would never dare—the magician assured.
The magician began to move the watch in a measured, controlled rhythm. Diane laughed, she didn’t seem to be focusing.
—Please try not to move or talk—the magician asked.
Diane put herself in a rigid position, trying to look as serious as possible.
—Breathe in deeply, please, but don’t stop looking at the watch—the magician instructed.
Diane’s breasts moved. Kevin couldn’t stop looking at them, though he quickly looked away, only to do it again just as fast.
—Breathe out—the magician said.
Mrs. Diane obeyed. They repeated the exercise for about five minutes.
Diane’s face began to change: she wasn’t laughing anymore, she wasn’t winking to break the seriousness. There was something in her gaze, a distance Kevin had never seen in her. Her breathing had become slow, as if her chest was rising and falling out of inertia. Kevin realized he was holding his breath too. For a moment Kevin felt like the whole yard had gone silent, even though the kids were still screaming behind him.
—Miss, can you hear me?—the magician asked.
—Yes—she replied in a mechanical voice.
—Walk like a robot across the stage, miss—the magician asked.
Diane didn’t hesitate for a second, no laughter in between, just a walk probably inspired by some TV show she’d seen. There was laughter and applause. Kevin clapped too.
—You can stop, miss—the magician said, and instantly Diane stopped.
—Alright, now I’ll use my second assistant. Boy, I want you to think of two words that are antonyms of each other. Don’t tell us, just think them through.
—Miss, when my young friend whispers the next word in your ear, you will feel heat all over your body, and every time he repeats it, you will feel hotter and hotter. Do you understand?
—Yes...—Diane answered, her gaze lost.
—One more thing: you won’t consciously be able to notice that he’s said the word. Alright, boy, do it now.
Kevin was sweating. He leaned slowly toward Mrs. Diane’s ear.
—Alright, now miss, when my friend says the next word, you will feel cold, and every time he repeats it, you will feel colder. And likewise, you won’t be able to consciously detect that my friend is saying it. Do you understand?
—Yes—Diane replied again.
—Alright, now wake up—he said, clapping.
Diane jolted as if she were about to fall, she looked confused, but she started laughing like usual.
—Alright, boy, now say the words...
The magician didn’t get to finish the sentence. The fat kid had managed to free several rabbits and hens from their cages. The kids started chasing them, the magician immediately stepped down from the stage, clearly angry. Diane started chasing a rabbit with Kevin’s help.
After that, the yard slowly emptied out. The parents picked up their kids, the nannies picked up the toys, the magician demanded double the agreed pay after one of his rabbits was never found. Diane paid him, laughing. The magician never laughed.
...
—You didn’t have to stay to help me, Kevs—Diane said as they moved one of the tables that were left outside.
—I like helping—Kevin replied, the only guest left.
—Kevs, it’s not that I’m not grateful, but I think you’d be happier going out with someone your age and not with this old lady—Diane laughed, now carrying some plates to the kitchen.
—I-I don’t think you’re an old lady...
—Oh, Kevs, always so sweet. You know, I have a niece who could use a gentleman like you.
That stung Kevin a little. He tried to force a smile.
—By the way, what exactly happened on stage?—Diane asked, not seeming to have noticed Kevin’s slight discomfort.
—Nothing important, I was going to say a stupid word—Kevin said.
—What word?
—Entropy—Kevin was a physics student.
Diane dropped the plates, making a loud crash.
—Are you okay?—Kevin said, running to where Diane was.
—Yes... it was just a slip—Diane replied. She was flushed and her voice was high-pitched.
—Are you sure?—he asked, still concerned.
—Of course, Kevs, I’m fine—she said, laughing—. What stupid word were you going to say?—Diane asked, composing herself again.
—Entropy—Kevin repeated.
Diane squirmed over her lap, let out a high-pitched sound, and turned even redder.
—Damn—she said when she could speak—. I think I drank too much, Kevs. You’ll have to excuse me...
—Of course, ma’am, but are you sure you’re okay?—Kevin said.
—Yes, I just... I guess it’s my age—she said, looking at him with an intensity she’d never given him before—. By the way, you still haven’t told me the word.
He felt that if he said that word again, something would change. He thought about not saying it. He thought about saying any other word. But he couldn’t resist.
—Entropy—Kevin said.
This time Diane fell to her knees, screaming.
—Let me help you—Kevin said, fascinated.
—No, I...—she stammered, looking straight at Kevin’s pants, looking away quickly but returning to them just as fast.
Kevin soon knew why Diane refused to get up: she had stained her pants, the floor around her was slightly sticky.
—Kevs...—Diane whispered—. Could you leave? I don’t think I’m in any condition...
—Entropy—Kevin said again.
Diane screamed again, she grabbed onto Kevin’s leg, and although it wasn’t obvious, she was very close to his crotch. But she quickly let go.
—God, God—Diane said. This time she didn’t pretend not to see Kevin’s member, which was clearly visible through his clothes—. Kevs, I... just...
—Entropy—Kevin said.
She grabbed his leg again, but this time straight onto his member. She squeezed it. Kevin moaned, and she herself was moaning in a low tone. Then she quickly let go, trying to stand up.
—Kevs, it’s not what you think, I don’t know what happened.
—Entropy.
She moaned again, kneeling at his feet without hesitation.
—Entropy.
Diane started touching his penis over his pants.
—Entropy.
Diane unbuttoned Kevin’s pants and started moving her hands closer.
—Entropy.
Diane started kissing him over his underwear.
—Entropy.
Diane took out his member, it was hard. She started jerking it.
—Entropy.
She increased the rhythm of her hand, while moaning desperately.
—Entropy.
Diane put it in her mouth, in her cheeks.
Kevin’s legs were trembling. The heat of Diane’s mouth was wet and constant, and every time she sank a little deeper, he felt the world shrink to that exact spot between his thighs.
—God...—Diane kept whispering constantly.
—Entropy.
Diane started swallowing faster, moving faster, choking herself. Her hand began to slide down to her own thigh. Kevin thought she was going to rest it on the floor, that she was losing her balance. But Diane’s hand kept going down, slipping under the hem of her dress and staying there, between her legs. Kevin saw Diane’s fingers moving over the fabric, with a trembling rhythm.
—Entropy.
Diane didn’t move her throat away from his penis for a moment.
Kevin started moaning louder, and suddenly he came into Diane’s throat.
She didn’t pull away, she didn’t seem to care, she kept moaning desperately.
—Diane... I already came—but she didn’t seem to hear him.
Kevin tried to push her away, but she didn’t seem willing to let him go.
Then he heard a car park, it was Mr. Robb, and he seemed to be coming with Phil.
Diane still didn’t seem to notice anything.