I AM THE GOD OF HELL-FIRE AND I BRING YOU – FIRE! Arthur Brown sang into Travis’s ears as he lit the fuse with his lighter, and then took two steps back. He quickly turned and made his way across the stained concrete floor of the dark and derelict factory. Outside, Travis crossed the empty road and turned a corner.

          I GOT A BAD DESIRE – OH, OH, OH, I’M ON FIRE, Bruce Springsteen moaned as Travis carefully opened the door of an empty office block and made his way up the stairs to the office that overlooked the factory. It was a meticulously selected vantage point from which to watch the factory burn. He stood in front of the boarded-up window and peered through the large hole he had drilled into the wooden sheet the previous day, in order to ensure a good view of the fire. And from where he stood, the view was better than good – it was wonderful.

          BURN BABY BURN, DISCO INFERNO sounded in the stereo earpieces as Travis saw that the factory was burning inside every window. At the moment, the fire was on the ground floor only, but Travis knew it would spread quickly.

          CAN’T SLEEP, BED’S ON FIRE, DON’T TOUCH ME, I’M A REAL LIVE WIRE!David Byrne warned, and Travis, knowing that he was secure inside the office and alone – and would be for several minutes, unzipped his trousers and pulled his stiffening cock out. He wrapped his hand around it and started slowly masturbating as the first tongues of flame licked the window frames of the distant building.

          COME ON BABY LIGHT MY FIRE, TRY TO SET THE NIGHT ON FIRE! Jim Morrison demanded and, as he masturbated faster, Travis thought that he ought to change the order of the songs, so that The Doors’ song was before BURN BABY BURN, for it set up the mood for masturbating, whereas the Trammps’ song was simply a eulogy that extolled the virtues of standing still, looking at flames. Travis then tried to think of a song to use as a segue track between the Doors and the Trammps, but all he could think of was Van Halen’s LIGHT UP THE SKY, but which wasn’t quite right. Despite that, Travis started thinking of the last few lines of its final chorus: OOH MAMA, SEE THE FIRELIGHTS, OOH, LIGHTIN’ UP THE SKY… LIGHT ‘EM UP! Travis abruptly changed the music as his sexual pleasure increased commensurately with the spreading fire light inside the building. Travis could see a bright glare from inside the old factory as the petrol-soaked machinery caught fire. Soon the petrol-soaked internal doors would ignite and the whole place would catch fire and burn magnificently.

          WILD FIRE SHOOTING THROUGH MY VEINS, BURNING FEVER TO MY BRAIN sang Paul Rodgers, as Travis came hard, ejaculating on to the office floor. Travis’s panting was laboured as he tucked his sticky cock back into his trousers and zipped up. WILD FIRE WOMAN, SOMETHING–

Travis switched the music off as something inside the building exploded, blasting the window frames out onto the street.

          Time to go. Travis left the office building, only looking back once as he reached his car, climbed in, shut the door and started the engine.

          Tomorrow he would burn the Town Hall to the ground.

          And he had to compile a brand new selection of songs to play as a soundtrack to his work.

 Fire!

 by R J Dent

© R J Dent (2011)

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