Guess I’ll find out in the morning.
My girl has a job tonight. We’re once again at the run-down biker bar that sits in the same parking lot as the motel.
I didn’t even try to hide as I followed her on my bike. She checked into her room first, dropped off her bag of goodies, and then walked across the parking lot in her eight-inch heels. They’re ankle height with black chains that wrap around the back. In those, along with a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a top that shows off her perfectly sized tits and thin waist, my dick is so hard.
I’m going to fuck her tonight.
It’s been two days since she came on my face at the cathedral, but the time has come for my own cum to leak from her cunt.
I take a sip of my scotch as I watch her throw her head back and hear her laughter grow from where she sits at the bar. She’s talking to two different men—she sits in the center.
The one on the right keeps reaching out and touching her thigh. I want to cut his hand off, but I know my girl can handle herself. She’s playing a part. I’ll step in if she needs me; right now, I’d just make a scene. I want to see what she plans on doing. How this is going to play out.
“Would you like another one, sir?”
I look up at the waitress who stands at my booth. She’s got light-brown hair that she has pulled back to show off her petite face. She wears large black-rimmed glasses low on her nose that she’s constantly pushing up. Her outfit consists of flared jeans and a T-shirt that reads Help Yourself across her chest. Which is ironic, considering she’s a waitress. She looks young, barely old enough to legally be working here. She wears a silver necklace that has a wedding band hanging from it.
“Yes, please.” I pull out my wallet and drop a hundred.
She picks it up and walks over to the side of the bar to place my order. My eyes go back to Eve. The guy on her right is showing her something on his phone. Probably his kids. Proud father who is about to cheat on his loving wife.
People are so predictable.
“Here you go, sir.” The waitress sets down my new glass along with my change.
“Thank you,” I tell her, and she walks away without another word.
Eve gets up and I lift my drink, taking a sip when she grabs her purse and the one guy’s hand.
Setting the glass down, I pocket my cell but remain where I’m at until they exit. I notice they both follow her, and I don’t like it. Two against one is never good odds.
I get up, leaving my full drink and change for the waitress. I slide on my jacket and step outside just as I see the door to her motel room close.
Reaching into my jacket, I remove the pack of cigarettes and my Zippo. I’ll have a smoke while making my way across the parking lot to get my girl. I’ll give both those men a show before I slit their throats.
FIFTEEN
EVERETT
Iplace my purse and cell down on the dresser that the TV sits on as Leo goes to the restroom. Leroy removes condoms from his jacket. He drops four onto the bed. I want to laugh. Four? The guy has high hopes for himself.
“I’m on birth control,” I say, twirling a small piece of hair around my finger while biting my lip.
His face lights up at my lie. Men don’t want to wear condoms because it doesn’t feel the same—especially when they’re paying for it. They want the best experience they can get. But the inner urge to not knock me up and the possibility of knocking me up is a fine line. Breeding kink is a thing, and men pay big money to fuck you raw in hopes of getting you pregnant.
But there are also STDs. I can’t get them, but who the hell knows about them. Then again, I’m not actually going to fuck them.
Leo exits the restroom and tells his brother, “Bathroom is free.”
Leroy looks at me, and his eyes drop to my mouth. “How much will that cost me?” he asks.
I want to vomit at the thought of being his urinal. But instead, I drop my eyes to the floor shyly and whisper, “I’ve never done that…”
He adjusts his jeans, as if proud to be the first one to piss down my throat. I will sink my teeth into his dick like a hot dog on opening day at Fenway Park. Hell, I’ll even swallow it just to shit it out later.
“I’m ready.” Leroy grabs his belt and undoes it, followed by his jeans.
I walk over to the dresser that the TV sits on and open the bottle of wine. It allows them to get undressed. A naked man is more vulnerable than one fully clothed.
