Pieces Fall Together

Bryce

The rain picked up, now coming down in sheets. Bryce flipped the wipers on his 82’ Pontiac Firebird to high. In the distance he spotted a flashing red neon sign, The Royal Flesh.

“I could use a drink,” he said to himself.

He slowed and pulled into the parking lot, looking the strip club over. He gave the large gentleman watching the door a friendly nod as he entered. The air was warm and the music loud.

“Take a seat anywhere, I’ll be right with you,” a cute, petite, dark haired waitress said as she hurried by with a tray of drinks.

Bryce took off his jacket and gave it a shake, hanging it on the back of the chair. He took a seat at a table, facing the main stage.

A thin, exhausted looking dancer left the stage and was being handed a towel from a tall, skinny guy, that was in need of a haircut.

“What can I get you?” the cute waitress asked.

“Scotch, please,” he smiled at her. As she walked back towards the bar, he noticed the tattoo of two roses intertwined on her lower back.

Bryce watched the tall, long-legged blonde, spin around the pole.

“Here you go,” she set the drink down on the table.

“I am Jade, let me know if I can get you anything else,”

“Thanks,” Bryce said picking up the drink.

The blonde left the stage and the announcer came on.

“Please welcome, our newest dancer to the stage. Miss Mary,”

A pretty, redhead, with a nice toned body and an ample chest took to the stage. She was wearing a short blue skirt, and a white button down shirt, with black stiletto heels. With her long red hair pulled up into a ponytail.

She spun around the pole, then stood in the middle of the stage and unbuttoned her shirt. Revealing her breasts in a dark blue satin bra, she pulled the shirt off and tossed it across the stage. She danced around, kicking off the stilettos, and moving seductively as she removed her skirt.

Bryce took another swallow of scotch, mesmerized by Mary’s striptease.

Jade came back by Bryce’s table.

“Another?”

Bryce looked up at her, “Yeah, and her,” he pointed at Mary.

Jade smiled. “Sure, give me a few,”

 

Mary

Jade made her way backstage and caught Mary by the elbow.

“Hey,”

“Do you want to make some money?” Jade asked.

“Depends, what do I have to do?”

Jade pulled her over to the side of the stage.

“You see the guy? He wants to take you home with him,”

Mary looked him over, taking note of his build and appearance.

“Ok, how much do I ask for?”

Jade smiled. “Tell him five,”

Bryce finished off his second drink when a voice asked.

“So what does that stand for?” she asked as she ran her fingers along the tattoo on his forearm.

A shiver ran up his back as she took a seat across from him. He cleared his throat.

“It’s the Celtic symbol for loyalty,” he answered her.

“So you wanted to see me?”

Bryce leaned in, gazing into her deep green eyes. “How much for the night?”

Mary smiled, “five,”

Bryce leaned back. “Sure,”

He got up and put his jacket on.

“Meet me outside,”

Mary nodded and headed back to the dressing room.

The rain had stopped, Bryce leaned against his car and took out a pack of cigarettes. He lit one and waited for Mary.

Mary exited the club by the side door facing the alley. She was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans and a low cut back top, with black ankle boots. Her hair was down falling past her shoulders.

Bryce opened the car door for her.

“Thanks,” she said as she got in. He closed her door, put out his cigarette and walked around to the drivers side.

“Nice car,”

“Thanks,”

He started the car and they drove away from the club. She turned on the radio and hummed along softly.

Bryce pulled into an apartment complex and parked under a carport. They exited the car and walked up to the building.

Bryce unlocked the door and they entered the apartment building. He led her up a flight of stairs and down the hall. He unlocked and opened the door to apartment 6 on the second floor.

Bryce’s one bedroom apartment had an open floor plan, a large living room. A small kitchen off to the side, along with a small bathroom and bedroom down the hall.

“Quaint,” Mary said.

“Thanks, so five?”

“Yep,”

He opened the center desk drawer and pulled out an envelope. He counted out five hundred dollar bills and laid them on the desk.

Mary smiled, she walked over to the desk and picked them up. She folded the stack in half and slid it into her back pocket.

“Now that, that’s done, should we begin?”

Bryce stood behind Mary, he moved her hair to the side and kissed her neck. She closed her eyes and leaned into him. He wrapped his arms around her, moving his hands over her breasts and caressing them.

She reached down behind her, and rubbed her hand along his crotch. He pushed into her hand while kissing down the side of her neck. He slipped his hand into her low cut top and ran his fingers over her nipple, giving it a pinch.

Mary pulled away from him, took his hand and led him over to the couch. She stood facing him and unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and slid her hand around his cock. She moved her hand up and down his shaft, then lowered herself to her knees, pulling down his jeans and boxers.

He steps out of his clothes and sat down on the couch, she moved in between his legs and took his cock into her mouth. She let him slide in and out of her mouth, while she sucked. He closed his eyes and laid his head back, enjoying the feeling of her mouth on him. He ran his hands through her hair and pulled her off of him. She stood up, leaned over and kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth.

Mary kicked off her shoes, pulled off her top, and unbuttoned her jeans. She slid them down and stepped out of them. She unfastened her purple satin bra, and removed her lace panties. Bryce took off his shirt, she straddled his lap, he rubbed her breasts and took her nipple into his mouth and sucked.

She rubbed his cock along her pussy, sliding the tip, into her, then pulling him out. He pushed her off of him, on to her back, and spread her legs apart. He kissed her inner thigh, running his thumb along her pussy then stroking her clit.

She let out a moan as he slid his tongue into her pussy and sucked on her clit. She ran her hands through his hair and pushed him deeper into her. He tasted her sweetness as she came.

Bryce stood up, took Mary’s hand and led her into the bedroom. He switched on the bed side lamp and pulled down the solid green comforter, exposing the dark gray satin sheets. Mary slid herself in between the soft, cool sheets.

“Mmm… very nice,” she said snuggling down on the king sized bed.

“Drink?”

“Sure,”

Bryce returned to the kitchen and pulled a bottle of Peppermint Schnapps from the freezer. He grabbed two glasses and tossed a few ice cubes in each glass.

“Here we go,” he said as he sat the glasses down on the nightstand, and pored. He handed her a glass.

“Cheers,” he raised his glass. She nodded and raised her glass.

They each downed their drink.

“Smooth,” Bryce coughed.

Mary put one of the ice cubes into her mouth and rolled it around. She slid over, pulled the sheet back and patted the side of the bed. Bryce got on the bed next to her. 

She took the melting ice cube out of her mouth and ran it down the center of Bryce’s chest. She held the ice cube on his nipple, he watched as she lowered her head and then sucked on his chilled nipple.

She put the dripping ice cube back into her mouth and moved down to his cock. The ice cube finished melting in her mouth, leaving her lips cold.

Mary took his cock into her chilled mouth. Bryce moaned at the sensation as she began to suck, the coolness giving him an enjoyable experience. Mary sucked harder letting him slide deeper into her throat.

“Fuck me,” he said.

Mary lifted up her head, and smiled.

“Ask nicely,”

“Please, fuck me,” he said, running his fingers through her hair.

She moved up and slid his cock into her pussy. She leaned down and kissed him, he grabbed her hips and pushed into her. Mary sat up and moved her hips back and forth thrusting harder, each time.

Bryce reached up squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. Mary leaned back and slid her fingers down in between her legs and rubbed her clit, while she fucked him.

“Fuck, Mary,” Bryce said as he came deep inside of her.

Mary collapse on top of him, rubbing her hands over his bare chest and kissing his neck.

“Good?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he kissed her on the forehead.

Mary kissed him on the cheek and got out of bed.

“Mind if I take a shower?” she asked.

“No, go ahead,”

 

Sarah and David

David opened the door to his apartment building and led Sarah down the hall.

“Is this it?” Sarah asked.

“Yep, nothing fancy just a place to call home,” David unlocked the door and Sarah entered the apartment.

It was a simple one bedroom apartment, with a small kitchen, living room and bathroom.

“Nice,”

“Thanks, would you like a drink?”

“Sure, what do you have?” she asked.

“Water or soda?”

“I’ll take a water,”

David reached into the fridge and pulled out two bottles of water. He handed one to Sarah.

“Would you like the tour?”

She smiled at him, ” Lead the way,”

“Let’s see, this is the kitchen,” he pointed to the right.

“This is the living room,” he pointed to the left.

David walked down the hall, “This is the bathroom,”

He continued down the hall, “And this is the bedroom,”

Sarah sat on the edge of the bed, and looked around. A simple layout queen-size bed, a couple of end tables, and a dresser with a mirror.

“Nice,”

“Thanks,”

“So should we get started?” he asked.

Sarah opened her bottle of water, took a long drink, closed the lid and set it down on the end table.

“Sure,”

David was a good looking guy in his mid twenty’s, fit, active and wanted to make films. For which he was taking some courses up at the local community college. Which is where he met Sarah, they happen to have a creative writing class together.

He was immediately taken with her, saw her as a potential actress in one of his films. All daydreams at this point, he had introduced himself to her over lunch one day and they hit it off, making small talk about future goals and dreams.

There was also an attraction, Sarah wasn’t sure why, but knew it was there a chemical response to him. Maybe it was just her wanting some attention, she had broken up with her boyfriend a while ago and now found herself enjoying David’s company.

David closed the blinds on the bedroom window and turned on the bedside lamp. He pulled the blue and grey striped bedspread down. Folding it back onto itself at the foot of the bed.

“Nice sheets,” Sarah said, as she took off her shoes, jeans and t-shirt.

She was wearing a matching set, purple satin panties and bra. Sarah was short, cute and cut, showing her defined muscles from years of biking and swimming.

“Very nice, but are you going to leave those on?” he pointed to her white socks.

She smiled and pulled them off.

He stood in front of her reached around the back of her head and pulled the elastic band out of her hair. Her dirty blonde hair fell across her shoulders.

“There that’s better,” he leaned in and gently kissed her. She raised up on her toes and kissed him back, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him into her.

He ran his hands down her sides, and grabbing her ass. He gave it a squeeze, she opened her mouth and let his tongue slide into her mouth. She sucked on his tongue, he let out a moan.

He stepped back from her and looked her over.

“Very nice indeed,”

Sarah laid on her back in the center of the bed. She ran her hand down between her legs and rubbed her pussy through her purple panties. David took off his shoes, socks, pants and shirt.

“Nice, boxers,”

Smiling he crawled from the foot of the bed up towards her. He spread her legs apart and kissed her inner thigh, while moving his thumb over the crotch of her purple panties.

He sat up, kneeling between her legs, he hooked his thumbs into her panties next to her hips and pulled them off in one quick move. Tossing them to the floor.

He lowered himself between her legs and began to lick her pussy. He slid his tongue into her, enjoying her scent and wetness.

Sarah moaned, arched her back and grabbed him by the hair, pushing him in deeper. He moved his head away from her, slid his thumb over her pussy and rubbed her clit. She closed her eyes and pushed against his thumb. He slid his finger inside her wet pussy and pushed against her, she shuddered from the sensation.

David made his way up to her breast, Sarah arched her back unfastened her bra and discarded it onto the floor. He caressed her breasts taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking on it, then lightly biting her erect nipple.

“Fuck, what was that for?”

“Just seeing if you were still with me,”

He kissed her deeply. She could taste herself on his lips. It excited her, she wanted to know what he tasted like.

“My turn,” she said as she pushed him onto his back.

Sarah pulled his boxes off and ran her hand along his hard cock. She lowered herself over him, still running her hand up and down his shaft. She licked the tip of his cock, slowly sliding it into her mouth.

“Fuck,” he breathed, pushing into her mouth.

She sucked harder, letting him slide in and out, enjoying the feeling of him. She raised her head and moved closer to him, so that she could slide his cock in between her breasts.

“Yes,” he panted moving up and down with her. She took notice of the pre-cum dripping from him and slid his cock into her mouth. She enjoyed the taste of him.

“Fuck, stop,” he pushed her back off of him.

David stood up, grabbed his bottle of water and finished it off in one long drink.

“We need to slow down,” he said.

Sarah sat up in the middle of the bed.

“Really?”

“Yes, really, just take a breath,”

“Fine, then will you fuck me?” she asked looking at him with her bright green eyes and pouting lips.

“Yes, but I have a proposition for you,”

She grabbed her bottle of water, “Ok, I am listening,”

“I want to make a film,” David stated.

Sarah finished off her bottle of water. “Ok, and?”

“I want you to be in it, with another woman and me,”

“Like a porno?”

“Exactly, you, me and my girlfriend, Vanessa,”

Sarah held up her empty water bottle, “Do you have anything stronger?”

David smiled at her, “Are you game?”

“I have to meet Vanessa first, and we have to finish what we started here,”

“Do you want that drink now or after?” he asked.

“What do you think?”

David slipped his boxers on and headed to the kitchen.

Sarah pulled the sheet up over herself and took in the proposition.

David returned with two glasses of Jack Daniel’s with a splash of Coke. He handed her one, Sarah took a sip.

“Not bad,”

“Want one?” he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the dresser drawer.

“Sure,”

David lit the cigarette took a drag and handed it to Sarah.

“So do you have a script for this film of yours?”

David lit his own cigarette, nodded and went to the closet. He pulled down a file box, opened it and handed her a red folder.

Sarah thumbed through it while they finished of their drinks.

“Interesting, that’s one dirty little mind you have there,”

“Thanks, shall we get back to it?”

Sarah nodded, removed the sheet and stretched out on the bed.

“I’m all yours,”

David took his boxers off and laid next to her, he ran his fingers along her side and across her stomach. He leaned in and kissed her lips, cheeks and down her neck, to her breasts. He kissed each of them, then sucked on her nipple while thumbing the other one.

She slid her hand down to his crotch and rubbed his cock, making him moan. She moved her hand up and down his shaft, coming up and running her thumb across the tip.

He moved on top of her, and rubbed his cock against her pussy, sliding just the tip in then, pulling it back out.

“Tease,” she said pushing him off of her and onto his back.

She straddled his hips, grabbed his cock and slid it into her pussy. She sat up, and thrusted her hips back and forth, feeling him push deep inside her.

He reached up and squeezed her breasts, moving his hips to meet her thrusts. She fell forward onto his chest and kissed him long and hard, while she slid his cock out of her.

She moved off of him, got on her hands and knees in the center of the bed. He kneeled behind her and slid his cock back into her and fucked her hard and fast.

*Smack* he slapped her ass.

“Fuck,” she cried out.

She pushed back against him, he pushed deep coming in her.

He collapsed on the bed next to her.

“So, ready to meet Vanessa?”

She turned over and kisses him. “Sure, but can I shower first?”

“Go ahead, the handle is a little temperamental,”

She got up and headed into the bathroom.

David lit a cigarette and called Vanessa.

Sarah showered and slipped on David’s bathrobe.

She took a seat on the bed, there was a knock on the front door.

 

Vanessa

David opened the door, a tall, slender woman with curly dark hair entered the apartment.

“How are you?” David asked her.

“Fine, fine, where is she?” Vanessa asked.

“She’s in the bedroom,”

Vanessa took off her coat, handed it to David and headed down the hall.

“Hello,” Sarah said.

“Stand up, let me see,” Vanessa ordered.

Sarah stood up, Vanessa pulled the belt of the robe, the bathrobe fell open.

“Hum… she’s a little mousy,”

“What?” Sarah started to pull the robe closed. Vanessa grabbed her wrist.

“Drop the robe,”

Sarah looked at her then over at David who was standing in front of the dresser.

David came over to Sarah and pulled the robe off of her.

Vanessa looked her over, putting her hand on her shoulder and turning her around.

“Maybe,” Vanessa said.

“Is she any good?”

“Yes, she is,” David answered.

Vanessa moved towards Sarah, putting her hand on the back of her neck, she pulled her in and kissed her, Sarah exhaled and kissed her back, sliding her tongue into Vanessa’s mouth.

“Maybe,” Vanessa smiled at Sarah.

Sarah picked up the robe and put it on.

“Get me a drink, I want to see what she can do,”

David went to the kitchen, grabbed another glass and the bottle of Jack.

He poured three glasses of Jack and handed them around. Vanessa sat in the oversized arm chair in the corner of the bedroom. She raised her glass.

“Here’s to getting it done,” She downed the Jack and handed the glass back to David.

Sarah and David finished their drinks and sat on the bed.

“What do you want me to do?” Sarah asked Vanessa.

“First of all get rid of that stupid robe,”

Sarah kneeled on the bed, took off the robe and dropped it on the floor.

“Better?”

“Good enough, get him hard and suck him off,”

Sarah moved over to David who was laying in the middle of the bed naked. She took his cock in her hands and began to stroke.

Moving her hands up and down his shaft, she leaned over him and ran her tongue around the tip. Then she ran her tongue down his shaft and sucked on his balls. David let out a moan.

Sarah looked up at Vanessa, she had made herself comfortable on the oversized chair, and was running her hand down between her thighs.

Sarah licked up the side of his cock and slid it into her mouth. She moved her head up and down letting him slide in and out.

David reached down and ran his fingers through her hair, he grabbed a handful and pushed her deeper. She took him deeper into her throat, when she felt his cum hit the back of her throat, she swallowed.

Sarah sat up and looked at Vanessa.

“So how’d he taste?”

“Sweet,” Sarah answered.

Vanessa stood up removed her pants, shirt, bra and panties. Then sat back down on the chair, and spread her legs.

“Now you do me,” she said smiling at Sarah.

Sarah got up off of the bed, she poured herself a drink and downed it. She kneeled down in front of Vanessa and moved in between her legs.

She ran her hand along Vanessa’s shaved pussy, she pushed her legs further apart and leaned in. Sarah slid her tongue into her, sucking on her clit and tasting her. She pushed deeper into Vanessa making her moan.

Sarah moved back from her and slid her fingers into Vanessa’s wet pussy, moving them back and forth. Sarah moved up and took one of Vanessa’s nipples into her mouth and sucked while sliding her fingers in and out faster.

Vanessa arched her back, her breathing became quicker, she grabbed the back of Sarah’s head and pushed against her hand as she came.

Sarah stopped moving and kissed Vanessa on the lips.

“Good?”

Vanessa smiled “Good,”

Sarah got up and walked over to the bed, she laid out in the middle of the bed.

“My turn,” she looked at David, then over to Vanessa. She pointed and curled her finger at Vanessa in a come here motion.

Vanessa got up and joined them on the bed. David kissed Vanessa then kissed Sarah.

“So what do you want?” David asked Sarah.

“I want Vanessa here, to eat me out, while you fuck her,”

Vanessa move in between Sarah’s legs and started sucking on her clit. David moved behind Vanessa and rubbed his cock along her wet pussy. He looked into Sarah’s deep green eyes as he thrusted into Vanessa.

Sarah enjoyed feeling Vanessa’s tongue sliding in and out of her, while she watched David fucking her.

~ ~ ~ ~

A few days later there was a knock at Sarah’s door. She answered it.

“Can I come it?” David asked.

“Sure, come in,”

David entered the apartment and took a seat at the kitchen table. Sarah gave him a confused  look  and sat down across from him.

“Ok, what’s up?” she asked.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, I still want you to be in my film,”

“Not with her I won’t,” Sarah said.

David reached across the table and took her hands in his, he smiled at her.

“How about just you and me?”

“Maybe,” she answered grinning.

He got up and stood next to her, he leaned over a kissed her.

“Tonight, here?” he asked.

“Sure why not,”

David kissed her forehead and left.

At half past six, there was a frantic knock on Sarah’s door.

“I think I got everything,” David said as he sat two bags and a box down in her living room.

He started taking things out of the box, tripod, camera equipment, cables, and sheets.

“What are the sheets for?”

“Lighting,”

She watched as he moved on to emptying one of the bags. Candles, rope, a silk scarf, strawberries, chocolate syrup, and whipped cream.

“I’m going to go take a shower while you set up,”

“Ok,” David answered lost in his unpacking of props.

Sarah stepped out of the shower, dried off, and slipped on her robe. She stood in the doorway of her bedroom and took in the set up.

The tripod and camera were set up to the side of the bed. The white corded rope was tied around the footboard posts, and the silk scarf was tied to the headboard. The candles were lit, scattered around the room, the sheets were hung over the windows and along one wall. There was a silver tray with the strawberries, chocolate syrup, and whipped cream on the dresser.

“Ready,”

She dropped her robe and laid on her back in the center of the bed. He picked up the camera and panned up and down her body. He set the camera back on the tripod and picked up her ankle, he slid the rope over her foot and pulled it tight.

“That ok?”

“Yeah,”

He moved to her other foot and tied it down. He ran his hand along her bare leg as he moved to the top of the bed. He raised her arms over her head and looped the silk scarf around her wrists. He pulled it tight.

“Still ok?”

“Yes,”

He leaned down and kissed her.

“Are you ready?”

Sarah smiled at him and nodded.

David undressed and focused the camera on Sarah’s body. He stood at the foot of the bed and ran his finger along the bottom of her foot. She squirmed.

He grabbed her foot with both hands and rubbed his thumbs into the arch of her foot. She tried to move but the restraints were too tight. She let out a muffled grunt as he moved to the other foot and rubbed.

He smiled at her as he picked up the chocolate syrup, he opened the cap and drizzled the syrup over her toes. He leaned down and sucked the chocolate off of her big toe. He then drizzled the syrup up her leg, across her stomach and over her breasts.

He set the bottle down on the nightstand. He bent down and licked the chocolate off of her nipple, sucking it into his mouth and rolling his tongue over it. She let out a moan and he sucked harder.

He picked up the can of whipped cream and sprayed some on each breast. Then he held the can over her pussy and proceed to spray. He went over to the tray of strawberries and picked up a few large ripe ones.

He sat on the bed next to Sarah and dipped the strawberry into the whipped cream that was covering her pussy. He then reached over and held it in front of her mouth. She sucked the cream off of the strawberry.

He then dipped the strawberry back into the cream, this time sliding it back and forth over her clit. He fead her the strawberry, then took a second one and pushed it into her pussy and moved it in and out. She moaned and tried to push back against his hand.

He removed the strawberry and fead it to her. He moved down in between her legs and licked up the remaining cream. He flicked his tongue around her clit, sucking it into his mouth.

“Fuck!” Sarah yelled out.

He slid two fingers into her pussy and thrust them in and out of her, while sucking on her clit. She pushed against his mouth, feeling his tongue devour her, and his fingers work her. She couldn’t help herself, she came.

He moved up, and straddled her chest, he pushed her breasts together and rubbed his hard cock in between her breasts. He let out a moan as the pre-cum dripped from his cock. He slid his cock into her mouth and she eagerly sucked, till he came.

David shut the camera off.

“Need a drink?”

“Yes, please,”

He untied her wrists and went to get a bottle of water. She untied her ankles and sat up against the headboard. He handed her the bottle a sat next to her on the bed.

“Thank you for doing this with me,” he said.

“Your welcome, although that sounds weird,” she smiled at him.

He leaned over and kissed her. He moved her hair away from her face and kissed her again. He moved back from her.

“Can I film us…fucking?”

She finished off her water and smiled.

“Why not, I trust you, no harm, no foul,”

He got up and turned the camera on. She slid down on her back, he laid on top of her.

He kissed her, and slid his cock into her. He moved back and forth, thrusting deeper and harder into her. She kissed him, wrapped her legs around him, and pushed her hips up to meet his thrusts.

“Fuck, Sarah,” he gasped.

He put his head against her neck and whispered in her ear.

“Cum with me,”

She moaned and moved with him fucking him, coming with him.

~ ~ ~ ~

Sarah

“Hello?” Sarah answered the phone in that not quite awake voice.

“I know,” a woman’s voice states on the other end.

“You know what?” she croaked out while trying to sit up in bed.

“That you and David have been together, you homewrecking bitch,” the voice blurts out.

“Vanessa? is that you, what are you talking about?”

Click, the line went dead.

“Fuck, that’s not good,” Sarah announced to the empty room.

“I don’t know why he married her, she’s psycho,” she mumbled to herself.

She glance at the illuminated clock radio, 3:56am.

She texted David:

So Vanessa just called me. WTF is going on.

Sarah laid back down, put her phone on silent and drifted off.

6am the alarm went off, playing some oldie but goodie song on KREX home of the golden oldies.

She smacked the snooze button, turned over and reached for her phone.

Two new texts: from David

Fuck, I came home from the opening I was covering for the paper, there was an empty bottle of wine along with the photo albums scattered on the table. Vanessa and I went round and round, apparently she hired a private investigator.

Second text: from David

Sorry, she threw me out, I am on your​ couch. Didn’t want to wake you.

“Ugh…” Sarah put the phone down, stretched, got up and went into the living room.

There on the couch was David fast asleep, she covered him with a blanket and went to take a shower.

She started the coffee, made scrambled eggs with cheese and toast.

“Morning,” a tired voice said from across the room.

She turned and smiled at him.

“Morning, there’s food,”

“You’re going to need your strength to explain to me what is going on,”

David put his arms around her, kissed her on the forehead and went into the bathroom.

They sat in silence eating their breakfast.

“So, care to fill me in?” she asked while clearing the table.

He took a very deep breath. She sat down across from him and took his hands in hers.

“Ok, about two months ago Vanessa caught me in a lie that I couldn’t talk my way out of. Shortly after that she hired a private investigator to follow me around. I guess she received his report yesterday,”

“Wait two months ago, that was the mayor’s​ dinner event we covered for the paper, what did she catch you on,”

“She had gotten sick and wanted me to come home, but I had turned off my phone, so she had to call her sister,”

“Why did you have your phone…oh yeah, nevermind,” She smiled at David.

“Well, fuck, now what?” she asked. David shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t know, wasn’t expecting this,”

“Go home and talk to Vanessa, I want to know what that PI told her, maybe we can explain a misunderstanding to her,”

“Or I can just move in with you,” David said.

“Go find out what she knows first,”

He kissed her goodbye, “I’ll call you later,”

Sarah got dressed and went to work.

David and Sarah both work for the local newspaper, The Daily Star, your source for local news and events.

Sarah sat at her desk, thinking over what David had said. She pulled out my daily planner, pretty much her diary of who, when and where, and flipped back to two months ago.

Being a little OCD when it comes to tracking things and keeping records. Two months ago on a Saturday the mayor’s dinner in the hotel ballroom. Notes on good food, who was there, what the mayor covered in his speech.

“Fuck,” she mumbled under her breath, a little blue heart in the lower right corner.

A notation to herself​. She thumbed through a few more weeks, three more little blue hearts.

Her phone buzzed, text from David:

Found out what the PI saw. Two weeks ago, parking garage.

Sarah turned to the date, there it was a little blue heart on a Tuesday in May.

She texted David back: Now what?

Her phone buzzed, David:

Don’t know, he took pictures.

Sarah put the phone down, leaned back and let out a sigh.

She decided to focus on work and deal with whatever fallout this caused. She collected her daily assignments and got started.

Her phone buzzed, David:

Sarah we need to talk, meet me for lunch 1:30pm, the deli across the street.

Sure, but you’re buying. She answered.

They sat down with their lunch in hand, turkey sandwiches with chips and an ice tea.

“So, what now?” she asked taking a bite of her sandwich.

“She’s mad and hurt, called me every name in the book, called you a few names,”

“Nice, what does she want,”

“That’s where it gets tricky, I have to tell you something, but I don’t think I should tell you while you’re eating,” David said.

Sarah stopped eating, she was suddenly not hungry. She wrapped up the rest of her sandwich and put it along with the unopened chips back into the bag. She took a long drink of her ice tea.

“Ok, tell me,”

He took​ her hands and looked her in the eye.

“I love being with you, you get me and you know me,”

She could feel her throat getting tighter, her vision started to blur. She did not want to cry, not in front of him.

“Vanessa’s pregnant and…”

That was it she was done. Sarah got up grabbed her lunch and walked away. She made it into the office, went to the ladies room, and lost her lunch.

She stood in front of the mirror sobbing like a schoolgirl, thinking about how stupid it was to get involved with him again.

She pulled herself together enough to finish her assignments and went home.

Her phone buzzed, David:

Can I please come over, I need to finish explaining everything to you.

Her phone buzzed, David:

Please, Sarah.

“Fuck,” she said wiping away fresh tears.

Sarah texted him back

You need to bring, a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of Jack. And you are going to answer all of my questions. Deal?

Her phone buzzed, David:

Deal. I be over in a few.

There was a knock at the door.

She opened it there was David holding a bottle of Jack Daniels and a pack of cigarettes.

“Fine, come in,”

David kissed her on the check on his way into the apartment.

“Thanks,” he grabbed two glasses and dropped an ice cube in each. Sarah opened the bottle and poured.

“Have a seat,” she motioned towards the kitchen table, while finding an ashtray and lighter in the junk drawer.

She opened the pack of cigarettes, took one out, lit it and took a deep drag. She exhaled slowly and took a seat across from him.

“Well, here we are,” she downed her drink and poured another.

“You know I never wanted to hurt you,”

“I know, but you won’t ever leave her,”

“I can’t, not now,” he took a sip of his drink and cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry,”

“Sorry that you’re ending it or that you got caught and have to end it?”

David sighed.

“Nevermind it doesn’t matter, we’re done,” she finished off her drink, put out her cigarette and got up.

As she set the glass down on the countertop he came up behind her. He slid his arms around her and kissed the back of her neck. She closed her eyes and leaned into him.

His feel, his smell so familiar and comforting. As mad and frustrated with him as she was, she still wanted him.

She turned to face him, leaned in and kissed him slowly, deeply letting her tongue slide into his mouth and taste him one more time.

She took his hand and led him into the bedroom.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.

“Don’t talk, just enjoy it,” she took off her shirt and bra.

Then slid out of her pants and panties. She unbutton, unzipped and pulled off his jeans along with his boxers. He took off his shirt and sat on the edge of the bed.

Sarah kneeled in front of him and rubbed his cock, making him hard. She slid his cock into her mouth and sucked. While running her hands up and down his shaft.

He ran his hands through her hair and let out a moan.

“Fuck, Sarah,”

She sucked harder, letting him slide deeper into her mouth. She could taste his pre-cum, she slid his cock out of her mouth and licked around the tip.

“Like that?” she asked as she stood up in front of him.

David grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto the bed. He moved down in between her legs, rubbing and kissing the inside of her thighs.

He kissed and licked her clit, sliding his tongue into her pussy. She let out a moan and he pushed in deeper, making her wet from his tonguing.

He moved up her body, kissing and caressing. He ran his hand over her breast pinching her nipple, rolling his tongue over it then clamping down and sucking.

She reached down and rubbed his cock. He slid his fingers into her wet pussy, she arched her back as his fingers slid deep into her.

He kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth, she could taste herself on his lips.

“Fuck me, please,” Sarah begged.

He moved over her, spread her legs apart and slid his hard cock into her.

~ ~ ~ ~

Sarah woke​ up and ran to the bathroom. After throwing up nothing but stomach acid, she sat on the cold tile floor.

“Fuck,” she got up, found her daily planner on the kitchen table and started flipping pages back.

It had been about eight weeks since she had last seen David. He had taken a leave of absence from work and was freelancing from home.

Trying to fix his marriage with the now very pregnant Vanessa. Sarah had seen her in passing at an Everyday Food’s store about two weeks ago.

She sat mulling over her options: tell him, don’t tell him, keep it, don’t keep it.

Two days later she texted David: We need to talk.

Text from David: When and where?

Thursday 8pm my place.

There was a knock on the door, she let David in.

“Come in, take a seat,” she said closing the door behind him​.

“So, what do we need to talk about?” he sat down on the couch.

Sarah took a deep breath.

“I am two months pregnant and I am keeping the baby,” she blurted out all in one breath.

There was a long silence as David stared at Sarah.

“I am not sure what to say,” David got up walked over to her. He put his arms around her. She relaxed into his embrace as the tears streamed down her face.

They laid down on the bed and held each other, she feel asleep in his arms.

When Sarah awoke he was gone.

Her phone buzzed.

Text from David: I can’t be there for you, I have to tell Vanessa.

She got up showered and dressed for work.

~ ~ ~ ~

David and Vanessa

David took a deep breath and entered the house. Vanessa was sitting in the living room thumbing through a magazine. David took a seat on the ottoman in front of her.

“Sweetie,”

“Yes darling,” she answered mockingly without looking up.

“I need to tell you something, please look at me,”

Vanessa let out a sigh and put down the magazine and looked at David.

“Yes?”

He took a deep breath.

“Sarah is pregnant,” he exhaled.

She picked up the magazine and went back to flipping through it.

“Vanessa?”

“I heard you, now go away,”

~ ~ ~ ~

David awoke to the smell of bacon. He grabbed his robe, found his slippers and headed to the kitchen.

“What are you doing?”

“Making breakfast, what does it look like,” Vanessa answered.

David sat down at the table. “But you don’t like to cook,” he mumbled to himself.

“Eat up,” she placed a plate of bacon, toast and eggs down in front of him.

“Coffee?”

“Sure,” he said as he shoved the eggs into his mouth.

Vanessa sat across from him.

“I have a solution to our Sarah problem,” she announced.

David dropped his fork and coughed.

“Sarah problem?”

She slid a piece of folded paper towards him.

“What’s that?” he pointed to the piece of paper.

“Our solution,”

Shane

David entered The Royal Flesh, the air was warm and stale. He asked the bartender if he knew a guy named Shane.

The bartender pointed out a tall, skinny, scruffy looking guy seated at the far end of the bar.

“Thanks,”

David made his way down to the end of the bar and took a seat next to Shane.

“Are you Shane? Vanessa sent me,”

Shane glanced over and nodded. “You David?”

“Yay,”

“Vanessa told me about your Sarah problem, just need to know when and where,”

David slid a piece of paper over to Shane.

“Half now, half after. Follow me,”

They exited through the side door into the alley. Shane took a pack of smokes out of his jacket pocket and offered one to David.

“No thanks,”

Shane lit up. David handed him an envelope, he thumbed through the stack of hundred dollar bills.

“Good enough, I will call you when it’s done,”

~ ~ ~ ~

Sarah entered her apartment building with her arms full of groceries. She tried to juggle her keys into the lock.

“Can I help you with that?” a voice asked from behind her.

Sarah was startled and almost dropped the groceries.

“I got it,” Shane said as he caught the bag before it hit the floor.

“Thanks,”

Sarah slid her keys into the lock and opened the door. She stepped inside and set the bag down on the table. She turned back to the door to accept the other grocery bag from Shane.

“Thanks again,” she said as she set the second bag down.

Shane had one foot inside of the apartment, as she got ready to close the door, he grabbed it and gave it a shove. The door hit Sarah in the face, she stumbled backwards and fell to the floor. Shane quickly entered the apartment, closed the door and flipped the deadbolt.

He stood over her as she tried to register what had just happened. The side of her face was red and her cheek was starting to swell. He grabbed her by the arm and walked her into the bedroom. He pushed her onto the bed and took the backpack he was carrying off of his shoulder.

“What do you want?” Sarah asked.

“Right now, for you to be quiet,” he pulled out a handful of large zip ties, a roll of duct tape and some nylon rope.

He took off her shoes and socks, zip tied her ankles together. Then removed her jacket and zip tied her wrists together. He laid her in the center of the bed, tying her arms above her head to the headboard and her feet security to the footboard.

Shane started looking through her things, opening drawers and rummaging around.

“So, what did a nice looking woman like you do, that pissed someone off enough to send me here?” he asked.

“It’s in the top right drawer, under the clothes,”

Shane stopped, turned to face her, and grinned. He went over to the drawer and opened it. Reaching under the pairs of panties he pulled out a disk.

“This?” he held up the disk.

“Yes, that’s it,”

Shane took the disk into the living room, he sat at her desk, inserted the disk into her laptop and watched.

Sarah laid on the bed trying to wrap her mind around what was happening. Her face throbbed and no matter how she moved she couldn’t get out of the zip ties.

“Well you’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?”

Sarah looked over at the bedroom door, Shane was lighting a cigarette. He took a long drag, then exhaled. He opened his backpack and took out a knife.

Shane walked around the bed running the knife up and down her body. He stood at the foot of the bed and ran the tip of the knife along the bottom of her foot. She tried not to squirm. He smiled at her, and pushed the tip of the knife slightly into her foot.

She clenched her jaw trying not to yell out. He pulled the knife back and a trickle of blood ran down her foot. He set the knife down on the dresser and got on the bed. Straddling her hips, he slid his hands around her neck and began to squeeze. She squirmed and thrashed beneath him.

He kept squeezing, she stopped moving. He lowered his head to her chest, she was still breathing.

“Good,” he kissed her on the forehead and got off of her.

Shane worked quickly, untying her and undressing her. He stretched out her arms, and legs tying them to each of the bed posts. He went into the kitchen found a bottle of Jack, sat at her desk and watched the video again.

~ ~ ~ ~

Shane stood in the doorway to Sarah’s bedroom and looked her over.

“Have you watched it?” he asked her.

“What?” she looked over at him.

“Did you watch that video?”

Sarah let out a sigh. “No,”

Shane walked over to the bed, he put his hand on her lower abdomen. He gave it a light push.

“How long?”

Sarah looked up at him, she couldn’t hold back the tears. “Almost four months,”

Shane nodded and untied the ropes. “You need to see the video,”

Sarah sat up, he handed her the bathrobe off of the chair next to the closet. They went into the living room, Sarah sat at her desk. Shane reached over and clicked play.

Sarah watch as the video showed her living room, then it walked down the hall. A hand pushed the bathroom door open and zoomed in on the shower curtain that was slightly open. It was Sarah showering, then David’s voice spoke in a hush on the video.

“It’s all for you Vanessa, all for you,”

The camera moved sporadically for a second then it was pointing down at David stroking his cock.

Saying “It’s all for you,” over and over again.

His breath quickening till he moaned and recorded himself coming. While watching Sarah shower.

“What the fuck!”

“My thoughts exactly. There’s more,” Shane drug the cursor to the last five minutes of the video.

Sarah felt something cold on her cheek, she reached up to wipe it away. There was nothing there.

“Sarah, Saarrraah, Sarah!” Shane shouted.

Her eyes opened, she was still tied to the bed, naked. Shane was tapping the blade of the knife on her cheek.

“There you are, was starting to wonder if you were going to come back around,”

Shane took off his t-shirt and unbuttoned his jeans. He stood next to the head of the bed and ran the knife along Sarah’s neck, down to her collarbone. He swiped the knife along her shoulder leaving a shallow cut.

“Fuck!”

Shane swiped again leaving a cut along her breast bone.

“Fuuuck!” she screamed.

Shane made another swipe down her side and across her stomach. Sarah’s mouth fell open but no sound was made. Her breathing became shallow and labored. Shane moved to the foot of the bed, he put the knife down on the dresser and crawled up on the bed.

He kneeled between her legs and ran his hands up her thighs. He slid his jeans down and stroked his cock.

“Do you know how much you are worth to me dead?” he asked while still stroking his now hard cock.

Sarah shook her head. He moved up and laid on top of her, he whispered in her ear.

“Ten thousand dollars,”

Shane sat up thrusting his cock into her as he grabbed her by the neck and squeezed. She thrashed around under him. He kept squeezing and fucking her, as her last breath left her, he came.

Shane called David.

“It’s done, meet me at The Royal Flesh,”

“Don’t forget the video,” David said.

~ ~ ~ ~

Detective James Andrews stood in the small one bedroom apartment on the north side of town.

“What do we have?” he asked the responding officer.

“Female, 30 years old, 5’4″ tall, weight 130 pounds, Sarah Fenton, according to her licence. Found here in her home, strangled, sexually assaulted, and laid out on the bed, ” the officer stated.

“Who found her?”

“Landlord a Mark Williams, came by to ask her about rent, because she was five days late.”

Detective Andrews entered the bedroom.

 

  

 

 

 

Sarah, Sarah…

remorse

David opened the door to his apartment building and led Sarah down the hall.

“Is this it?” Sarah asked.

“Yep, nothing fancy just a place to call home,” David unlocked the door and Sarah entered the apartment.

It was a simple one bedroom apartment, with a small kitchen, living room and bathroom.

“Nice,”

“Thanks, would you like a drink?”

“Sure, what do you have?” she asked.

“Water or soda?”

“I’ll take a water,”

David reached into the fridge and pulled out two bottles of water. He handed one to Sarah.

“Would you like the tour?”

She smiled at him, ” Lead the way,”

“Let’s see, this is the kitchen,” he pointed to the right.

“This is the living room,” he pointed to the left.

David walked down the hall, “This is the bathroom,”

He continued down the hall, “And this is the bedroom,”

Sarah sat on the edge of the bed, and looked around. A simple layout queen-size bed, a couple of end tables, and a dresser with a mirror.

“Nice,”

“Thanks,”

“So should we get started?” he asked.

Sarah opened her bottle of water, took a long drink, closed the lid and set it down on the end table.

“Sure,”

David was a good looking guy in his mid twenty’s, fit, active and wanted to make films. For which he was taking some courses up at the local community college. Which is where he met Sarah, they happen to have a creative writing class together.

He was immediately taken with her, saw her as a potential actress in one of his films. All daydreams at this point, he had introduced himself to her over lunch one day and they hit it off, making small talk about future goals and dreams.

There was also an attraction, Sarah wasn’t sure why, but knew it was there a chemical response to him. Maybe it was just her wanting some attention, she had broken up with her boyfriend a while ago and now found herself enjoying David’s company.

David closed the blinds on the bedroom window and turned on the bedside lamp. He pulled the blue and grey striped bedspread down. Folding it back onto itself at the foot of the bed.

“Nice sheets,” Sarah said, as she took off her shoes, jeans and t-shirt.

She was wearing a matching set, purple satin panties and bra. Sarah was short, cute and cut, showing her defined muscles from years of biking and swimming.

“Very nice, but are you going to leave those on?” he pointed to her white socks.

She smiled and pulled them off.

He stood in front of her reached around the back of her head and pulled the elastic band out of her hair. Her dirty blonde hair fell across her shoulders.

“There that’s better,” he leaned in and gently kissed her. She raised up on her toes and kissed him back, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him into her.

He ran his hands down her sides, and grabbing her ass. He gave it a squeeze, she opened her mouth and let his tongue slide into her mouth. She sucked on his tongue, he let out a moan.

He stepped back from her and looked her over.

“Very nice indeed,”

Sarah laid on her back in the center of the bed. She ran her hand down between her legs and rubbed her pussy through her purple panties. David took off his shoes, socks, pants and shirt.

“Nice, boxers,”

Smiling he crawled from the foot of the bed up towards her. He spread her legs apart and kissed her inner thigh, while moving his thumb over the crotch of her purple panties.

He sat up, kneeling between her legs, he hooked his thumbs into her panties next to her hips and pulled them off in one quick move. Tossing them to the floor.

He lowered himself between her legs and began to lick her pussy. He slid his tongue into her, enjoying her scent and wetness.

Sarah moaned, arched her back and grabbed him by the hair, pushing him in deeper. He moved his head away from her, slid his thumb over her pussy and rubbed her clit. She closed her eyes and pushed against his thumb. He slid his finger inside her wet pussy and pushed against her, she shuddered from the sensation.

David made his way up to her breast, Sarah arched her back unfastened her bra and discarded it onto the floor. He caressed her breasts taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking on it, then lightly biting her erect nipple.

“Fuck, what was that for?”

“Just seeing if you were still with me,”

He kissed her deeply. She could taste herself on his lips. It excited her, she wanted to know what he tasted like.

“My turn,” she said as she pushed him onto his back.

Sarah pulled his boxes off and ran her hand along his hard cock. She lowered herself over him, still running her hand up and down his shaft. She licked the tip of his cock, slowly sliding it into her mouth.

“Fuck,” he breathed, pushing into her mouth.

She sucked harder, letting him slide in and out, enjoying the feeling of him. She raised her head and moved closer to him, so that she could slide his cock in between her breasts.

“Yes,” he panted moving up and down with her. She took notice of the pre-cum dripping from him and slid his cock into her mouth. She enjoyed the taste of him.

“Fuck, stop,” he pushed her back off of him.

David stood up, grabbed his bottle of water and finished it off in one long drink.

“We need to slow down,” he said.

Sarah sat up in the middle of the bed.

“Really?”

“Yes, really, just take a breath,”

“Fine, then will you fuck me?” she asked looking at him with her bright green eyes and pouting lips.

“Yes, but I have a proposition for you,”

She grabbed her bottle of water, “Ok, I am listening,”

“I want to make a film,” David stated.

Sarah finished off her bottle of water. “Ok, and?”

“I want you to be in it, with another woman and me,”

“Like a porno?”

“Exactly, you, me and my girlfriend, Vanessa,”

Sarah held up her empty water bottle, “Do you have anything stronger?”

David smiled at her, “Are you game?”

“I have to meet Vanessa first, and we have to finish what we started here,”

“Do you want that drink now or after?” he asked.

“What do you think?”

David slipped his boxers on and headed to the kitchen.

Sarah pulled the sheet up over herself and took in the proposition.

David returned with two glasses of Jack Daniel’s with a splash of Coke. He handed her one, Sarah took a sip.

“Not bad,”

“Want one?” he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the dresser drawer.

“Sure,”

David lit the cigarette took a drag and handed it to Sarah.

“So do you have a script for this film of yours?”

David lit his own cigarette, nodded and went to the closet. He pulled down a file box, opened it and handed her a red folder.

Sarah thumbed through it while they finished of their drinks.

“Interesting, that’s one dirty little mind you have there,”

“Thanks, shall we get back to it?”

Sarah nodded, removed the sheet and stretched out on the bed.

“I’m all yours,”

David took his boxers off and laid next to her, he ran his fingers along her side and across her stomach. He leaned in and kissed her lips, cheeks and down her neck, to her breasts. He kissed each of them, then sucked on her nipple while thumbing the other one.

She slid her hand down to his crotch and rubbed his cock, making him moan. She moved her hand up and down his shaft, coming up and running her thumb across the tip.

He moved on top of her, and rubbed his cock against her pussy, sliding just the tip in then, pulling it back out.

“Tease,” she said pushing him off of her and onto his back.

She straddled his hips, grabbed his cock and slid it into her pussy. She sat up, and thrusted her hips back and forth, feeling him push deep inside her.

He reached up and squeezed her breasts, moving his hips to meet her thrusts. She fell forward onto his chest and kissed him long and hard, while she slid his cock out of her.

She moved off of him, got on her hands and knees in the center of the bed. He kneeled behind her and slid his cock back into her and fucked her hard and fast.

*Smack* he slapped her ass.

“Fuck,” she cried out.

She pushed back against him, he pushed deep coming in her.

He collapsed on the bed next to her.

“So, ready to meet Vanessa?”

She turned over and kisses him. “Sure, but can I shower first?”

“Go ahead, the handle is a little temperamental,”

She got up and headed into the bathroom.

David lit a cigarette and called Vanessa.

Sarah showered and slipped on David’s bathrobe.

She took a seat on the bed, there was a knock on the front door.

David opened the door, a tall, slender woman with currly dark hair entered the apartment.

“How are you?” David asked her.

“Fine, fine, where is she?” Vanessa asked.

“She’s in the bedroom,”

Vanessa took off her coat, handed it to David and headed down the hall.

“Hello,” Sarah said.

“Stand up, let me see,” Vanessa ordered.

Sarah stood up, Vanessa pulled the belt of the robe, the bathrobe fell open.

“Hum… she’s a little mousy,”

“What?” Sarah started to pull the robe closed. Vanessa grabbed her wrist.

“Drop the robe,”

Sarah looked at her then over at David who was standing in front of the dresser.

David came over to Sarah and pulled the robe off of her.

Vanessa looked her over, putting her hand on her shoulder and turning her around.

“Maybe,” Vanessa said.

“Is she any good?”

“Yes, she is,” David answered.

Vanessa moved towards Sarah, putting her hand on the back of her neck, she pulled her in and kissed her, Sarah exhaled and kissed her back, sliding her tongue into Vanessa’s mouth.

“Maybe,” Vanessa smiled at Sarah.

Sarah picked up the robe and put it on.

“Get me a drink, I want to see what she can do,”

David went to the kitchen, grabbed another glass and the bottle of Jack.

He poured three glasses of Jack and handed them around. Vanessa sat in the oversized arm chair in the corner of the bedroom. She raised her glass.

“Here’s to getting it done,” She downed the Jack and handed the glass back to David.

Sarah and David finished their drinks and sat on the bed.

“What do you want me to do?” Sarah asked Vanessa.

“First of all get rid of that stupid robe,”

Sarah kneeled on the bed, took off the robe and dropped it on the floor.

“Better?”

“Good enough, get him hard and suck him off,”

Sarah moved over to David who was laying in the middle of the bed naked. She took his cock in her hands and began to stroke.

Moving her hands up and down his shaft, she leaned over him and ran her tongue around the tip. Then she ran her tongue down his shaft and sucked on his balls. David let out a moan.

Sarah looked up at Vanessa, she had made herself comfortable on the oversized chair, and was running her hand down between her thighs.

Sarah licked up the side of his cock and slid it into her mouth. She moved her head up and down letting him slide in and out.

David reached down and ran his fingers through her hair, he grabbed a handful and pushed her deeper. She took him deeper into her throat, when she felt his cum hit the back of her throat, she swallowed.

Sarah sat up and looked at Vanessa.

“So how’d he taste?”

“Sweet,” Sarah answered.

Vanessa stood up removed her pants, shirt, bra and panties. Then sat back down on the chair, and spread her legs.

“Now you do me,” she said smiling at Sarah.

Sarah got up off of the bed, she poured herself a drink and downed it. She kneeled down in front of Vanessa and moved in between her legs.

She ran her hand along Vanessa’s shaved pussy, she pushed her legs further apart and leaned in. Sarah slid her tongue into her, sucking on her clit and tasting her. She pushed deeper into Vanessa making her moan.

Sarah moved back from her and slid her fingers into Vanessa’s wet pussy, moving them back and forth. Sarah moved up and took one of Vanessa’s nipples into her mouth and sucked while sliding her fingers in and out faster.

Vanessa arched her back, her breathing became quicker, she grabed the back of Sarah’s head and pushed against her hand as she came.

Sarah stopped moving and kissed Vanessa on the lips.

“Good?”

Vanessa smiled “Good,”

Sarah got up and walked over to the bed, she laid out in the middle of the bed.

“My turn,” she looked at David, then over to Vanessa. She pointed and curled her finger at Vanessa in a come here motion.

Vanessa got up and joined them on the bed. David kissed Vanessa then kissed Sarah.

“So what do you want?” David asked Sarah.

“I want Vanessa here, to eat me out, while you fuck her,”

Vanessa move in between Sarah’s legs and started sucking on her clit. David moved behind Vanessa and rubbed his cock along her wet pussy. He looked into Sarah’s deep green eyes as he thrusted into Vanessa.

Sarah enjoyed feeling Vanessa’s tongue sliding in and out of her, while she watched David fucking her.

~ ~ ~ ~

A few days later there was a knock at Sarah’s door. She answered it.

“Can I come it?” David asked.

“Sure, come in,”

David entered the apartment and took a seat at the kitchen table. Sarah gave him a confused  look  and sat down across from him.

“Ok, what’s up?” she asked.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, I still want you to be in my film,”

“Not with her I won’t,” Sarah said.

David reached across the table and took her hands in his, he smiled at her.

“How about just you and me?”

“Maybe,” she answered grinning.

He got up and stood next to her, he leaned over a kissed her.

“Tonight, here?” he asked.

“Sure why not,”

David kissed her on the head and left.

At half past six, there was a frantic knock on Sarah’s door.

“I think I got everything,” David said as he sat two bags and a box down in her living room.

He started taking things out of the box, tripod, camera equipment, cables, and sheets.

“What are the sheets for?”

“Lighting,”

She watched as he moved on to emptying one of the bags. Candles, rope, a silk scarf, strawberries, chocolate syrup, and whipped cream.

“I’m going to go take a shower while you set up,”

“Ok,” David answered lost in his unpacking of props.

Sarah stepped out of the shower, dried off, and slipped on her robe. She stood in the doorway of her bedroom and took in the set up.

The tripod and camera were set up to the side of the bed. The white corded rope was tied around the footboard posts, and the silk scarf was tied to the headboard. The candles were lit, scatered around the room, the sheets were hung over the windows and along one wall. There was a silver tray with the strawberries, chocolate syrup, and whipped cream on the dresser.

“Ready,”

She dropped her robe and laid on her back in the center of the bed. He picked up the camera and panned up and down her body. He set the camera back on the tripod and picked up her ankle, he slid the rope over her foot and pulled it tight.

“That ok?”

“Yeah,”

He moved to her other foot and tied it down. He ran his hand along her bare leg as he moved to the top of the bed. He raised her arms over her head and looped the silk scarf around her wrists. He pulled it tight.

“Still ok?”

“Yes,”

He leaned down and kissed her.

“Are you ready?”

Sarah smiled at him and knodded.

David undressed and focused the camera on Sarah’s body. He stood at the foot of the bed and ran his finger along the bottom of her foot. She squrimed.

He grabbed her foot with both hands and rubbed his thumbs into the arch of her foot. She tried to move but the restraints were to tight. She let out a muffled grunt as he moved to the other foot and rubbed.

He smiled at her as he picked up the chocolate syrup, he opened the cap and drizzled the syrup over her toes. He leaned down and sucked the chocolate off of her big toe. He then drizzled the syrup up her leg, across her stomach and over her breasts.

He set the bottle down on the nightstand. He bent down and licked the chocolate off of her nipple, sucking it into his mouth and rolling his tongue over it. She let out a moan and he sucked harder.

He picked up the can of whipped cream and sprayed some on each breast. Then he held the can over her pussy and proceed to spray. He went over to the tray of strawberries and picked up a few large ripe ones.

He sat on the bed next to Sarah and dipped the strawberry into the whipped cream that was covering her pussy. He then reached over and held it in front of her mouth. She sucked the cream off of the strawberry.

He then dipped the strawberry back into the cream, this time sliding it back and forth over her clit. He fead her the strawberry, then took a second one and pushed it into her pussy and moved it in and out. She moaned and tried to push back against his hand.

He removed the strawberry and fead it to her. He moved down in between her legs and licked up the remaining cream. He flicked his tongue around her clit, sucking it into his mouth.

“Fuck!” Sarah yelled out.

He slid two fingers into her pussy and thrust them in and out of her, while sucking on her clit. She pushed against his mouth, feeling his tongue devour her, and his fingers work her. She couldn’t help herself, she came.

He moved up, and straddled her chest, he pushed her breasts together and rubbed his hard cock in between her breasts. He let out a moan as the pre-cum dripped from his cock. He slid his cock into her mouth and she eagerly sucked, till he came.

David shut the camera off.

“Need a drink?”

“Yes, please,”

He untied her wrists and went to get a bottle of water. She untied her ankles and sat up against the headboard. He handed her the bottle a sat next to her on the bed.

“Thank you for doing this with me,” he said.

“Your welcome, although that sounds weird,” she smiled at him.

He leaned over and kissed her. He moved her hair away from her face and kissed her again. He moved back from her.

“Can I film us…fucking?”

She finished off her water and smiled.

“Why not, I trust you, no harm, no foul,”

He got up and turned the camera on. She slid down on her back, he laid on top of her.

He kissed her, and slid his cock into her. He moved back and forth, thrusting deeper and harder into her. She kissed him, wrapped her legs around him, and pushed her hips up to meet his thrusts.

“Fuck, Sarah,” he gasped.

He put his head against her neck and whispered in her ear.

“Cum with me,”

She moaned and moved with him fucking him, coming with him.

~ ~ ~ ~

“Hello?” Sarah answered the phone in that not quite awake voice.

“I know,” a woman’s voice states on the other end.

“You know what?” she croaked out while trying to sit up in bed.

“That you and David have been together, you homewrecking bitch,” the voice blurts out.

“Vanessa? is that you, what are you talking about?”

Click, the line went dead.

“Fuck, that’s not good,” Sarah announced to the empty room.

“I don’t know why he married her, she’s psycho,” she mumbled to herself.

She glance at the illuminated clock radio, 3:56am.

She texted David:

So Vanessa just called me. WTF is going on.

Sarah laid back down, put her phone on silent and drifted off.

6am the alarm went off, playing some oldie but goodie song on KREX home of the golden oldies.

She smacked the snooze button, turned over and reached for her phone.

Two new texts: from David

Fuck, I came home from the opening I was covering for the paper, there was an empty bottle of wine along with the photo albums scattered on the table. Vanessa and I went round and round, apparently she hired a private investigator.

Second text: from David

Sorry, she threw me out, I am on your​ couch. Didn’t want to wake you.

“Ugh…” Sarah put the phone down, stretched, got up and went into the living room.

There on the couch was David fast asleep, she covered him with a blanket and went to take a shower.

She started the coffee, made scrambled eggs with cheese and toast.

“Morning,” a tired voice said from across the room.

She turned and smiled at him.

“Morning, there’s food,”

“Your going to need your strength to explain to me what is going on,”

David put his arms around her, kissed her on the forehead and went into the bathroom.

They sat in silence eating their breakfast.

“So, care to fill me in?” she asked while clearing the table.

He took a very deep breath. She sat down across from him and took his hands in hers.

“Ok, about two months ago Vanessa caught me in a lie that I couldn’t talk my way out of. Shortly after that she hired a private investigator to follow me around. I guess she received his report yesterday,”

“Wait two months ago, that was the mayor’s​ dinner event we covered for the paper, what did she catch you on,”

“She had gotten sick and wanted me to come home, but I had turned off my phone, so she had to call her sister,”

“Why did you have your phone…oh yeah, nevermind,” She smiled at David.

“Well, fuck, now what?” she asked. David shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t know, wasn’t expecting this,”

“Go home and talk to Vanessa, I want to know what that PI told her, maybe we can explain a misunderstanding to her,”

“Or I can just move in with you,” David said.

“Go find out what she knows first,”

He kissed her good bye, “I’ll call you later,”

Sarah got dressed and went to work.

David and Sarah both work for the local newspaper, The Daily Star, your source for local news and events.

Sarah sat at her desk, thinking over what David had said. She pulled out my daily planner, pretty much her diary of who, when and where, and flipped back to two months ago.

Being a little OCD when it comes to tracking things and keeping records. Two months ago on a Saturday the mayor’s dinner in the hotel ballroom. Notes on good food, who was there, what the mayor covered in his speech.

“Fuck,” she mumbled under her breath, a little blue heart in the lower right corner.

A notation to herself​. She thumbed through a few more weeks, three more little blue hearts.

Her phone buzzed, text from David:

Found out what the PI saw. Two weeks ago, parking garage.

Sarah turned to the date, there it was a little blue heart on a Tuesday in May.

She texted David back: Now what?

Her phone buzzed, David:

Don’t know, he took pictures.

Sarah put the phone down, leaned back and let out a sigh.

She decided to focus on work and deal with whatever fallout this caused. She collected her daily assignments and got started.

Her phone buzzed, David:

Sarah we need to talk, meet me for lunch 1:30pm, the deli across the street.

Sure, but you’re buying. She answered.

They sat down with their lunch in hand, turkey sandwiches with chips and an ice tea.

“So, what now?” she asked taking a bite of her sandwich.

“She’s mad and hurt, called me every name in the book, called you a few names,”

“Nice, what does she want,”

“That’s where it gets tricky, I have to tell you something, but I don’t think I should tell you while you’re eating,” David said.

Sarah stopped eating, she was suddenly not hungry. She wrapped up the rest of her sandwich and put it along with the unopened chips back into the bag. She took a long drink of her ice tea.

“Ok, tell me,”

He took​ her hands and looked her in the eye.

“I love being with you, you get me and you know me,”

She could feel her throat getting tighter, her vision started to blur. She did not want to cry, not in front of him.

“Vanessa’s pregnant and…”

That was it she was done. Sarah got up grabbed her lunch and walked away. She made it into the office, went to the ladies room, and lost her lunch.

She stood in front of the mirror sobbing like a school girl, thinking about how stupid it was to get involved with him again.

She pulled herself together enough to finish her assignments and went home.

Her phone buzzed, David:

Can I please come over, I need to finish explaining everything to you.

Her phone buzzed, David:

Please, Sarah, I love you, you need to know everything.

“Fuck,” she said wiping away fresh tears.

Sarah texted him back

You need to bring, a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of Jack. And you are going to answer all of my questions. Deal?

Her phone buzzed, David:

Deal. I be over in a few.

There was a knock at the door.

She opened it there was David holding a bottle of Jack Daniels and a pack of cigarettes.

“Fine, come in,”

David kissed her on the check on his way into the apartment.

“Thanks,” he grabbed two glasses and dropped an ice cube in each. Sarah opened the bottle and poured.

“Have a seat,” she motioned towards the kitchen table, while finding an ashtray and lighter in the junk drawer.

She opened the pack of cigarettes, took one out, lit it and took a deep drag. She exhaled slowly and took a seat across from him.

“Well, here we are,” she downed her drink and poured another.

“You know I never wanted to hurt you,”

“I know, but you won’t ever leave Vanessa,”

“I can’t, not now,” he took a sip of his drink and cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry,”

“Sorry that your ending it or that you got caught and have to end it?”

David sighed.

“Nevermind it doesn’t matter, we’re done,” she finished off her drink, put out her cigarette and got up.

As she set the glass down on the counter top he came up behind her. He slid his arms around her and kissed the back of her neck. She closed her eyes and leaned into him.

His feel, his smell so familiar and comforting. As mad and frustrated with him as she was, she still wanted him.

She turned to face him, leaned in and kissed him slowly, deeply letting her tongue slide into his mouth and taste him one more time.

She took his hand and led him into the bedroom.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.

“Don’t talk, just enjoy it,” she took off her shirt and bra.

Then slid out of her pants and panties. She unbutton, unzipped and pulled off his jeans along with his boxers. He took off his shirt and sat on the edge of the bed.

Sarah kneeled in front of him and rubbed his cock, making him hard. She slid his cock into her mouth and sucked. While running her hands up and down his shaft.

He ran his hands through her hair and let out a moan.

“Fuck, Sarah,”

She sucked harder, letting him slide deeper into her mouth. She could taste his pre-cum, she slid his cock out of her mouth and licked around the tip.

“Like that?” she asked as she stood up in front of him.

David grabbed her by the wasist and pulled her onto the bed. He moved down in between her legs, rubbing and kissing the inside of her thighs.

He kissed and licked her clit, sliding his tongue into her pussy. She let out a moan and he pushed in deeper, making her wet from his tonguing.

He moved up her body, kissing and caressing it. He ran his hand over her breast pinching her nipple, rolling his tongue over it then clamping down and sucking.

She reached down and rubbed his cock. He slid his fingers into her wet pussy, she arched her back as his fingers slid deep into her.

He kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth, she could taste herself on his lips.

“Fuck me, please,” Sarah begged.

He moved over her, spread her legs apart and slid his hard cock into her.

~ ~ ~ ~

Sarah woke​ up and ran to the bathroom. After throwing up nothing but stomach acid, she sat on the cold tile floor.

“Fuck,” she got up, found her daily planner on the kitchen table and started flipping pages back.

It had been about eight weeks since she had last seen David. He had taken a leave of absence from work and was freelancing from home.

Trying to fix his marriage with the now very pregnant Vanessa. Sarah had seen her in passing at an Everyday Food’s store about two weeks ago.

She sat mulling over her options: tell him, don’t tell him, keep it, don’t keep it.

Two days later she texted David: We need to talk.

Text from David: When and where?

Thursday 8pm my place.

There was a knock on the door, she let David in.

“Come in, take a seat,” she said closing the door behind him​.

“So, what do we need to talk about?” he sat down on the couch.

Sarah took a deep breath.

“I am two months pregnant and I am keeping the baby,” she blurted out all in one breath.

There was a long silence as David stared at Sarah.

“I am not sure what to say,” David got up walked over to her. He put his arms around her. She relaxed into his embrace as the tears streamed down her face.

They laid down on the bed and held each other, she feel asleep in his arms.

When Sarah awoke he was gone.

Her phone buzzed.

Text from David: I can’t be there for you, I have to tell Vanessa.

She got up showered and dressed for work.

~ ~ ~ ~

Detective Andrews stood in the small one bedroom apartment on the north side of town.

“What do we have?” he asked the responding officer.

“Female, 30 years old, 5’4″ tall, weight 130 pounds, Sarah Fenton, according to her licence. Found here in her home, stabed multiple times and left sitting at her desk.” the officer stated.

“Who found her?”

“Landlord a Mark Williams, came by to ask her about rent, because she was five days late.”

Detective Andrews walked over to the body, sitting in her office chair, slumbed over her desk. He noticed the blue ball point pen laying beside her left hand. He careful moved her hair over to see the edge of an envelope.

“Hey, come get a photo of this,”

The investigator came over and photographed the top of the desk.

Sweetie Pie

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The air was warm and sticky in the club. Shane sat watching the girls dance, swinging their hips, and spinning around the pole. He downed his third shot of Jameson and was thirsting for something else.

It had been a hell of a week, work was chaotic with the big wigs doing annual inspections and quality accountability reports. It all made Shane’s head hurt. He was just there to work a earn a paycheck.

A new girl came on stage, she was thin, wearing a blue halter top and a pair of denim short, shorts. She flung her shoulder length burnett hair from side to side as she spun around the pole.

“They must be hard up for talent these days,” A guy sitting next to Shane comented as he got up to leave.

Shane watched the new girl, who had been introduced as Sweetie Pie. Giving it her all, shimmy and shaking her non-existent breasts. Someone should put her out of her misery, he thought to himself.

As she exited the stage, Shane aproached her. She was breathing hard, and sweat was running down the side of her face. Shane handed her a towel he had snached from behind the bar.

“Here,” he said as he handded her the towel.

“Thanks,” she said still trying to catch her breath.

“First time?”

“Yeah,”

Shane leaned in an whispered softly into her ear. She nodded in agreement as he moved back from her.

Shane let himself out of the side exit that led into the alley, behind The Royal Flesh. It was cooler outside, the alley was quiet, the small light above the doorway only illuminated the space in front of the door.

Sweetie Pie emerged from the doorway, dressed in a white tee-shirt with no bra and a short skirt with oversized sunflowers printed on it. Shane took her by the wrist and pulled her over away from the door. He pushed her up against the wall, he kissed her, while running his hands up under her skirt.

He took ahold of her cotton panties and gave them a quick tug. The seams of her panties gave way as he pulled them off of her. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, she dropped to her knees, and took his cock into her mouth. She sucked and licked working her hands up and down his shaft.

Shane enjoyed her efforts, but then pushed her off of his cock. He lifted her up, she hooked her legs around his hips. He slid his cock into her, thrusting himself deeply into her. He grabbed her breast, pinching her nipple through her tee-shirt, as he fucked her, hard and fast.

She held onto his shoulders, pushing herself back against the wall, gazing into his eyes. He caressed her neck, tighten his grip around her throat, he kept fucking her, watching as her breathing became labored, as he strangled her. He had both hands around her slim neck she was gasping for air, clawing at his arms. He came deep in her as she took her last breath and her body went limp.

Shane sat her down, she looked like a rag doll, slumped over against the wall. He buttoned and zipped up his jeans. Picked her up and carried her over to his van, where he put her in the back and covered her with a moving blanket.

Vivian and Francine

Vivian opened her eyes, realizing that she was on the ground, she pushed herself up into a sitting position.

“What the hell,”

She was sitting on damp leaves, surrounded by trees. The wind gusted sending a shiver through her. Vivian ran her hands along her bare arms and wondered where her sweater had gotten to.
She stood up and the world spun. Forcing her to take a few steps quickly, she regained her balance, and began to look around.

Something caught her eye, in the distance, as she stumbled towards it she recognized the objects on the ground.

Vivian picked up her phone and her sweater. She pulled her arms through her sweater and buttoned it up.

“Of course no service,”

She found what seemed to be a path and headed out of the wooded area. She emerged from the woods onto a dirt road.

“Thank God,”

She walked along the road as she kept checking her phone for a sign of life. Twilight had begun and the sun was slipping beneath the horizon.

All of a sudden her phone chimed. 15 missed calls from Francine.

“What the fuck,”

She scrolled through the contact list and pushed call.

“Where the hell are you?” Francine answered.

“I’m not quite sure, I think I am somewhere off of route 18,”

“I’ll come find you,”

“What happened?” Vivian asked.

“I am not sure, we’ll discuss it when I get you,” Francine said.

Francine pulled up alongside Vivian, she opened the door and got in. Francine leaned across and gave her a hug.

“Are you ok?” Francine asked.

“I think so, but how did I end up out here?”

“You don’t remember?”

“Last thing I remember, we were going to the carnival,” Vivian answered.

Francine started to drive home towards Overland.

“We were at the carnival, we went to watch an act on the main stage, ring any bells?” Francine explained.

“Vaguely, it was a magician?”

“A hypnotist,”

“So what happened?”

“You went on stage, he whispered something in your ear and then you just…lost it. You picked up an arrow that had been left on stage from the last act, and you… you stabbed him in the neck with it,” Francine took a deep breath and looked at Vivian.

Vivian stared out the window.

“Then what happened?”

“You ran off stage, and disappeared,” Francine said.

“How long ago?”

“Three days,”

Grace

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Grace

Grace sat on the patio and lit a cigarette, she took a deep drag and exhaled. The first light of day had begun to show, it had been a long night. She looked down at her hands looking past the dirt she noticed that a few of her manicured nails were broken.

“I’ll have to trim them all down.” she thought as she poured a glass of Jack and downed it.

Finishing her cigarette and letting out a sigh, she arose from the patio chair. She wandered inside and up the stairs. Taking her clothes off and dropping them into the hamper. Standing in the bathroom she took out the fingernail clippers from her make-up bag and trimmed her fingernails. She stepped into the shower and turned on the water.

Tears started to stream down her face as she slid down and sat in the corner of the tub, crying.

“I am so sorry, it should have never turned out like this.”

She pulled on her robe that was hanging on the back of the bathroom door and crawled into bed. She fumbled for a bottle of water on her nightstand, sat up and drank. She laid back down and fell asleep.

Grace awoke to the beeping of the answering machine. Sunlight streamed through the window. She wondered how long she had been asleep. She got up and stumbled into the bathroom. Catching her reflection in the mirror, her hair a red stringy mess, dark circles under her eyes and a pale complexion.

She splashed cold water on her face and tried to become conscious. Aware of the can of worms that were about to be released and knew that once out they were not going to be sealed up again.

She dressed in dark jeans, a conservative blue blouse, grabbed a pair of tan flats and headed downstairs to the kitchen.

She poured herself a cup of coffee. Added two spoonfuls of sugar, a splash of cream and grabbed a cranberry muffin from the counter top.

She pushed the blinking red button on the answering machine.

The first message was from her husband’s assistant.

“John it’s 9 am and you’re not here, where are you? Please call me,”

The second was from John’s boss.

“Hey John, it’s 4 pm on Monday and no one has heard from you since Friday. Let us know what’s up before we send a search party after you,”

Grace sighed and got ready to go.

As she entered the garage and got into her car, she glanced over at John’s car.

“I’ll have to deal with that latter,” She thought to herself.

She drove downtown and parked in a parking garage and walked over towards the police station.

John

It was 10 am on Tuesday when Grace entered the police station.

“I need to file a missing person’s report,” she informed the front desk attendant.

The attendant handed her a form and told her to give as much detail as possible. She read over what she had written:

Missing John Summers age 45,

height 6 ft.

weight 215 lbs,

eyes brown,

hair dark brown streaks of gray,

last seen Sunday April 27th.

“Do you have a picture?” the desk attendant asked.

“Yes,” Grace had remembered to grab a picture before leaving the house.

She chose a candid one from last summers barque with the neighbors. She submitted the missing person’s report and left.

She wandered through the art district downtown. Taking her time to look at the sculptures and displays.

She had met John during her summer of slumming in Seattle. In a club downtown during the late 90’s. She was introduced to John through a friend. She found herself in a bathroom stall with John. Getting to know him real well, she recalls Metallica playing over the speakers.

Sure that the drugs and alcohol helped to spark their relationship into the whirlwind that it became shortly after meeting. John Summers had graduated with a degree in business and graphic design. It was all a blur they met, partied, and got married at City Hall. John took a job under the title of v.p. of a software company and they were off and running.

They had built a life together a nice house with two cars. They played the happy couple at social events. Even though their love had burned out after the first three years. During the last two years they had lived like roommates rather than lovers.

Grace found herself getting hungry and tired.  She chose to stop at a bar and grill.

She took a seat at the bar and ordered a plate of nachos, an ice tea and a shot of Jack. She had not realized how long she had been walking around, it was now happy hour. She ate her nachos, drank her ice tea, then downed the shot and ordered another.

A guy took the seat next to her and gave her a friendly smile.

“You look like you could use some cheering up,” he said.

Grace smiled. He ordered a beer and they sat there in silence.

She finished her second shot of Jack and headed to the lady’s room. He followed her…she stood at the sink gazing into the mirror.

He entered the room and locked the door behind him. Nothing was said between them, she moved towards the door to leave. He stopped her. He dropped to his knees and pulled her towards him. He unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down along with her panties.

He pulled her to him and began enjoying her, sliding his tongue into her, making her moan. She swooned and held herself up against the door. He enjoyed and she came, not a word was spoken. Grace returned to her seat and ordered another shot of Jack. She downed it and left.

Eric

Grace awoke to the phone ringing and answered it.

“Mrs. Summers?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Would you be able to come down and discuss your husband’s case around noon today?”

“Sure,” she answers.

It had been a few months since Grace had made the missing person’s report on her husband. It didn’t surprise her that it had taken this long for them to get back to her.

Detective Eric Stone a well build guy with good hair in his early forties entered the room. She looked at him and knew she was in for it now, Detective Eric Stone her friendly stranger from the bar.

“Karma is a bitch,” she thought to herself.

“Have a seat Mrs. Summers,” Detective Stone said.

“Do you know why you are here?”

“Yes,” answered Grace.

“Why don’t you tell me what happened to your husband John Summers,”

“Alright, I was watching the rain. I like to watch the rain and it was so beautiful with all the lightning. May I have a glass of water?” she asked.

“Sure, just a minute,” Detective Stone left the room.

She checked her make-up on her compact mirror while he was gone.

“Here you go, now please go on,” Detective Stone said.

She opened the bottle of water, took a drink and continued.

“Well I was waiting for John to come home. When he did finally show up he stumbled in smelling of cigarettes, women and booze. He didn’t even say anything just tripped up the stairs to the master bedroom. I went up after him and he was sprawled out on the bed. He didn’t even bother to take his shoes off,” she took another sip of her water and cleared her throat.

“So I left him there and went downstairs to sleep in the guest room. When I got up the next morning he was gone, like he had never even come home,” Grace sat staring at detective Stone.

“And when was this?” Detective Stone asked.

“About two months ago,”

“So now you are declaring him missing so that you can move on with your life?” Stone asked.

“Yes, that’s right I need to move on, I don’t believe he is ever coming back,” she said.

“Well thank you for coming in today. We will keep you informed if anything else come up in your husband’s disappearance,” Detective Stone held the door for Grace. She gathered her things and left.

Matt

While heading back to her car she thought of a guy she once knew and what they had done one afternoon. As they entered the hotel room, Grace’s heart was racing and she had a feeling of butterflies in her stomach. She knew what she was doing but it still seemed surreal.

They had had a sexual relationship way back during her first year of college. There was a serious sexual attraction between them that they acted on. Now so many years later she is in a hotel room with him ready to act on this attraction once again.

Grace keeps reminding herself that she has John and that they made a commitment to each other. But that rush of adrenaline and excitement of being with Matt once again is giving her such a wonderful high.

“You do only live once,” she thinks to herself.

As she is standing in a very nice hotel room in the middle of the day. Matt is also married which make this all the more strange of a thing to be doing.

Matt takes a seat on the edge of the bed, she pulls a chair from the table and sits in front of him.

“You know how crazy this all is, don’t you?”

“Yes I do, but we’re here, we have come this far,” Matt says.

She takes his hands and takes a deep breath.

“It was so long ago and we never even kissed,”

Their relationship was one of two people needing each other physically. The no kissing was one of those rules that you give yourself so that you don’t have an emotional attachment to someone. One of those thing that you figure out much later in life that was complete bullshit.

“No time like the present,” he says and he leans in to her.

Their lips meet and she feels his tongue slide into her mouth. She sucks on his tongue, then slips her tongue into his mouth. He lets out a moan.

Grace moves back and says. “Not bad, guess it was worth waiting for,”

It crosses her mind once more about how this is crossing a line. How there are excuses of not being that close with John. How at this moment she has some suspicions about John’s relationship with his assistant Jenny.

But those are excuses. She knows what she is doing and why, because she needs the high that comes with the passion, excitement and orgasm.

Grace stands up,and puts the chair back. She kicks off her shoes and starts to undress.

“So are we going to do this?” she asks.

Matt gets up and moves towards her, kisses her.

They undress and lay on the bed, he runs his hands along her thighs pausing at her pussy. He slides his fingers inside of her. She arches her back and lets out a moan. He leans down and sucks her nipple as he pushes his fingers into her making her wet.

She pushes him back and moves down to take his cock into her mouth. She sucks lightly at first, then harder. Running her hand up and down along his shaft making him moan. She straddles his hips slidding his cock into her wet pussy.

She sits up and thrusts her hips against him. As she leans back, he reaches up grabbing her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples. She moves quicker letting his cock slide almost all the way out of her pussy and then thrusting him back into her.

He grabs her by the hips and rolls her off of him, so that she is now on her back. He kisses her, moving down her body. Kissing her neck and breasts as he moves down to her pussy. He spreads her legs and slides his tongue into her. Tasting her, licking at her clit making her moan.

A shudder runs through her, from the feeling of his tongue in her. Making her want to cum. He moves up, and kisses her she can taste her cum on his lips. He slides his cock into her pussy and thrusts. She arches her back and pushes back against him. He kisses her deeply as he cums in her.

They lay on the bed letting what had occurred sink in. He moves over and holds her, feeling her breath next to him. Like any good affair it ends. They shower and walk away.  Back to living their lives as before.

Jack Daniels

Grace sat straight up out of a deep sleep, not sure of where she was. She tried to swallow, it felt like razor blades slicing into the back of her throat. She reached for a glass of water on the nightstand and realized where she had awoken.  A crappy motel room. She got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. She filled a glass with water and took a sip. The pain in her throat soothed.

She stood in the bathroom and closed her eyes.  A woman from her past floated into her mind, the one she watched shower every day after swimming. Tiffany was slim, short and had long brown hair that fell to her waist. Her breast were small and perky. She watched Tiffany shower wanting to approach her. To move her long wet hair from the back of her neck and kiss it, to cup her small soft breasts to taste her. She thought about taking her into the sauna, laying her down, and licking her pussy. She moaned to herself and got into the shower.

She glanced around the trashed motel room and spotted a note with a folded $50 under it next to the t.v.

The note read “Enjoyed the ride” -B.

She noticed the cigarette butts overflowing in the ashtray and the almost empty bottle of Jack Daniels on the night stand. No wonder her throat hurt. Along with a few open condom wrappers.

“Well that’s reassuring,” She thought.

Her clothes from the night before were scatered around the room. Her jeans, that were a size to small on purpose, and the black low cut top were next to the bed. Her black lace bra was laying across the chair in the corner.

She had gone down the street to a bar to unwinde, before having to deal with Detective Eric Stone. The night’s events started to seep back into her mind. There was a pool table and many shots of Jack. Then there was a B that was grabbing her ass all night. What was it Bob or Billy she couldn’t remember and it didn’t matter. The previous nights events were usually hazy in the light of day.

She got ready to go see Detective Stone. Dressing in dark slacks, a green blouse, a pair of pumps and her conservative white satin bra. She pulled her shoulder length red hair back and secured it with a clip.

“Good enough,” she thought and headed out to her car.

She got into her little Honda that she adored. She headed downtown to the cop shop to see Detective Stone. When she arrived downtown she parked in the parking garage and hit the deli across from City Hall. She grabbed a breakfast sandwich and an orange juice.

She finished off her orange juice along with two aspirin and headed into the police station. Grace checked in at the front desk and was escorted back to a room.

“How are you Mrs. Summers?”

“Do you really want to know or are you just being polite?” she asked.

“I have some papers for you to sign,” he said.

Grace signed the papers and left.

As she was walking through the lobby passed the handicap restroom Stone grabbed her arm and led her into the restroom. He locked the door behind them.

“Now that we have some privacy,” he said.

“What did you have in mind?”

He moved towards her and kissed her. She let out a moan.

He lowered himself down in front of her and took down her slacks and panties. He pulled her to him sliding his tongue into her. She put her hands on the wall to keep her balance, as she felt his tongue push into her. Making her wet and gasp for air.

He stopped and stood up in front of her. He put his hands on her shoulders and lowered her to her knees. She undid his pants and took his cock into her mouth. As she sucked his cock, he moaned and leaned back against the wall.

He ran his hands through her hair, making her clip fall to the floor. She sucked harder, letting him cum in her mouth. She felt his cum hit the back of her throat and she swallowed. She keep sucking till he pushed her back, she stood up and kissed him tasting her cum on his lips.

She picked up her hair clip and faced the mirror. She reapplied her coral lipstick, re-clipped her hair, and popped a few breath mints.

“Want some?” she asked handing Stone the container of breath mints.

“Thanks,” he grinned as he took the container.

Stone followed her out of the restroom.

“Are you going to tell me what you did with him?” he asked.

“Nope,” she answered.

Grace returned to the motel room to collect her things and survey the damage from the night before. As she packed up her clothes an image of Billy her pool buddy from the previous night flashed into her mind. She was laying on the bed naked and he was sucking Jack Daniels out off her belly button.

She shook her head and mumble to herself. “Should really stop drinking, it gets me into trouble.”

The Ring

Grace parked in front of the garage and decided to start with John’s car that was still parked in the garage. As she was going through the glove box she came across a little black ring box. She opened it and there staring back at her was a very nice gold banded engagement ring.

“Must be for his assistant Jenny,” she thought.

She took the found ring and her own wedding ring set to a pawn shop and got a nice little chunk of change for both.

After spending the week cleaning out the house she found herself drinking and smoking more than the usual. From the memories attached to the things in the house and the stress of trying to get it all done.

She was sitting on the floor of the walk-in closet in the master bedroom. The Goodwill truck had left with what was left of John’s clothes and some small furniture.

Feeling like she needed a drink Grace picked up the phone and dialed 211. She asked the very friendly operator when and where the next AA meeting would be. She informed her that by her home address the next meeting would be tomorrow morning at 11 am at St. Mathews.

Grace took a deep breath as she entered the community room at St. Mathews. She took a seat towards the back and watched as a dozen people wandered in. They each got coffee and a doughnut, then took a seat. The meeting was welcoming and she stood when asked if there were any new faces today.

“Hi, my name is Grace and I am an alcoholic.” Grace heard the words coming out of her mouth but was very unsure of why she was needing to confide in these strangers.

She continued to attend the daily morning meetings at St. Mathews listening to tales of woe and heartache caused by to much indulgence. She had surveyed the crowd and made friendly chit chat and a little flirting with the group.

Sam

On her way out after the fourth meeting Sam grabbed her by the arm and led her into the empty hallway. Sam was a good looking guy in his early thirties with a nicely trimmed beard and mustache.

“You have got to stop looking at me that way,” he said.

“What way am I looking at you?” she asked.

“You know Grace,” he said.

Grace grinned she had found Sam quite cute and had made eye contact with him throughout the last few days. He moved closer to her and took her hand and ran it over his crotch.

“The way that makes that happen,” he said.

She rubbed at his hard cock and pushed into him. She slid her tongue into his mouth and he kissed her back.

“You know I can help you with that,” she said.

“Now?” he asked.

She lead him into an empty room. There was a large wooden desk towards the front of the room and some folding chairs laid out around the room. Grace closed and locked the door behind them. She stood in front of Sam and ran her fingers through his hair, leaned in and kissed him. Sliding her tongue into his mouth and sucking on his tongue. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into him.

She dropped to her knees and unfastened his pants. She took his erect cock into her mouth and sucked. He let out a moan and ran his hands through her hair. She sucked harder and he moaned louder. He stopped her and she got to her feet.

He kissed her deep and moved towards the desk. He removed her jeans and panties, then lowered himself in front of her. He slid his tongue inside her, tasting her, she let out a moan.

He stood up and turned her around and laid her on her stomach across the desk. He slid his fingers into her wet pussy, sliding them in and out of her. Making her arch her back and push back against him, cumming on his fingers. He removed his fingers and thrust his hard cock into her making her yell out, fucking her hard and fast. He came deep in her. He moved away from her and she got off the desk and redressed.

“Told you I could help you,” She smiled at him as she left the room. She walked to her car and lit a cigarette.

“I don’t think AA is what I need,”

Road Trip

As soon as the house was emptied and listed, Grace decided that it was time for a road trip. She packed up her things and hit the road with cash in hand.

First a quick stop, to say goodbye to Detective Stone. She knew she needed a fix before setting off into the big bad world. She had come to the relational that sex was like a drug once you get a taste you will always crave more.

Detective Eric Stone lived in a nice little apartment close to downtown. She knocked on his door. Eric answered.

“Never expected to see you again,” he said.

“Can I come in?”  

He looked her up and down she was in her skin tight jeans and low cut black top that displayed her ample chest very nicely.

“Why not I am sucker for punishment,” he said.

“Thanks you won’t be disappointed,”

Grace entered the apartment and headed towards the stereo. She put on something soothing in the background. She intended to put on a show for dear Eric before saying goodbye. Eric fixed them each a drink and they moved to the couch. She downed her glass of whisky and stood in front of him.

She took off her shoes, swayed back and forth in front of him, running her fingers through her hair. She straddled his hips, leaned in to kiss him, and slid her tongue into his mouth. He moaned and grabbed her ass, running his hands over those skintight jeans.

She leaned back and took off her top, he reached around and unfastened her bra for her. He took her breasts into his hands and rubbed his thumbs over her nipples. She moaned and moved her hips back and forth on his lap. She reached down and rubbed his cock through his jeans. She got up and removed her jeans and panties.

He stood up and she helped him shed his clothes. She led him over towards the kitchen table, she leaned over the table onto her stomach. He came up behind her rubbing her ass and sliding his fingers into her. As she felt his fingers slide into her she let out a moan. He rubbed her pussy making her wet. He removed his fingers from her and slid his cock into her. She tighten around him making him groan. She felt him thrusting deeper into her. Making her cum.

He moved away from her, she turned towards him, and dropped to her knees. She took his cock into her mouth letting him slide in and out. She ran her hand along his shaft as she sucked. She could taste his pre-cum, she stopped got up and walked towards the bedroom, he followed.

She pushed him down onto the bed. She got on top of him and slid his cock into her pussy. She sat up, moving her hips back and forth. She leaned back, thrusting against him. He reached up grabbing her breasts and pinching her nipples. She let out a moan and moved faster. She keep fucking him till he finally grabbed her and moved her off of him.

“Fuck Grace,” he said getting up off the bed and reaching towards the nightstand to get a condom.

“There now it’s my turn,” he grabbed her, pulling her to the middle of the bed. He leaned over kissing her, while running his hand down her thigh and sliding his fingers into her pussy, he rubbed her clit making her squrim.

He flipped her over on to her stomach. She got up on her hands and knees. He rammed his cock into her hard and fast.  She held in a yell and moved with him. He moaned as he came in her.

Nothing more was said between them. She showered, dressed and headed towards the door. He stopped her, kissed her deeply, she gave him a smile and left.

Grace drove north out of town. Watching the sun set in the early August night. A bright orange hue cascaded over the open fields, as she headed off to find a new path to take.

Listening to the radio and letting the warm air stream through her open window, she sighed to herself. Open road money on hand letting the wind take me to wherever. A roommate she once had wandered into her mind as she drove. Kelly who looked like the innocent girl next door, had shared an apartment with her one semester in college. She heard them come in, they had to know she was home.

She listened to them stumble into Kelly’s bedroom. She quietly entered the hallway and looked into the other room, the desk lamp was on and she could see them laying on the bed naked. Kelly and whoever she had brought home for the night. He was on top of her and she was moaning. She crept closer to the slightly open door and watched as he sucked on her nipples and slipped his fingers into her pussy, he then thrust his cock into her and she let out a moan of pleasure. Grace was watching intensely and found that her own hand had slipped between her thighs and her fingers were rubbing her pussy.

Grace let out a moan and he looked at her. She froze as their eyes meet. She caught her breath and returned to her room, she listened as they finished with moans and screams of pleasure. As she was laying in bed, he came into her room wearing a towel and closed the door behind him.

He held his finger to his lips and gestured shh… He approached her bed and removed her blanket and sheet. He gently spread her legs and lowered himself down to her, he licked and sucked her pussy making her moan and cum. She just laid back and took it all. Feeling his tongue in her, making her cum. He stopped dropped the towel and moved up to her mouth. He kissed her deeply she could taste her cum on his lips. He slid his cock into her and she let out a moan. Feeling him fuck her deep and hard she came with him.

He kissed her and whispered to her… “Didn’t want you to feel left out,”

James Dean

Grace drove into the night till she spotted a sign that read:

Barney’s Bar & Grill come join us for a drink and excellent BBQ next exit

“Well I could use some entertainment,” she said to herself.

She pulled off at the next exit and headed down the dusty road. There it was sitting in the middle of a large dirt lot Barney’s Bar & Grill in bright red neon. She pulled into the parking lot and stopped, she glanced at the cars, trucks and motorcycles all parked around the building.

“Should be an interesting crowd,”

She had dressed in dark jeans, a plain grey tee-shirt, and a pair of black flats. She looked in the rear-view mirror and applied her coral lipstick. She removed the clip from her hair letting her hair fall over her shoulders.

“Good enough,” she said as she headed inside.

The bar was warm, crowded and loud. Grace made her way to the bar and ordered a beer, she figured she should start slow it would be a long night. She surveyed the crowd of cowboys, bikers, workers and couples all drinking, talking and getting along with each other. She ordered a BBQ bacon burger and fries, the smell from the kitchen was enough to make you drool.

She ate her meal and watched the guy playing pool. He was good, not as good as her but good. She finished off her second beer and ordered a shot of Jack. She downed it and headed over to the pool table.

“Interested in a real game, best out of seven,” she asked.

The good looking guy, dressed in jeans, and a white tee-shirt with the sleeves rolled up. How James Dean of him she thought.

“Sure, why not,” he answered.

They played one game after another. He took notice of how far she would bend over the table to make a shot. She would brush up against him when walking around the table.

It was tied three games apiece, she was on her fourth shot of Jack and about to break for the seventh game. She bend over the table to line up the break and he stepped in behind her and put his hand around her waist.

“How about we call it a tie and settle up in the restroom,” he said.

She could feel him push up against her and got a rush of adrenaline.

“Ok, in the lady’s room in five,” she put down the pool cue and walked towards the restrooms.

Grace splashed some cold water on her face and took a deep breath. He came in and they entered the large bathroom stall and locked the door. He leaned into her and kissed her.

“You know I don’t even know your name,”

“Does it matter?” He asked.

“Not really,” she said.

She took off her shirt, she had stepped it up and was wearing her purple satin bra. He moved into her kissing her neck and rubbing her breast. He reached around unfastened her bra and moved down to suck on her nipples. She undid his pants and rubbed his cock. She lowered herself to her knees, slid his cock into her mouth and sucked. He let out a moan and ran his fingers through her hair. She sucked harder. He pulled away from her.

She got to her feet and he kissed her. She sucked on his tongue making him moan.

“I think we need to finish this somewhere else,” he said.

Grace agreed. They redressed and left the restroom. Grace stopped at the bar and downed another shot of Jack.

She went to her car and he followed, he put out his hand and said,

“My name is Aaron,”

“Grace,” she said and shook his hand.

“There is a motel about a half mile up on the left, care to join me there?” Aaron said.

She looked at him and considered this for a second.

“Why the hell not,” she said. He kissed her and headed towards his truck.

They arrived at the Northward Inn a small rundown side of the road motel that advertised clean rooms and free HBO.

“All they need is hourly rates available,” she thought to herself as she pulled into the parking lot.

Aaron registered for a room and they parked and entered room 17. It was a typical motel room t.v., dresser, small table, two chairs, a night stand and those lamps that are attached to the wall between the two double beds.

The beds always had those dark colored paisley prints this one had a dark burgundy with gold trim paisley pattern and dark wood paneling. Making the room darker than it needed to be. Aaron switched on a lamp.

“You get what you pay for,” he sighed.

Grace took her overnight bag in with her and headed towards the bathroom, the small but clean bathroom. She changed into an over sized dark blue tee-shirt that came down to her upper thighs. She brushed her teeth and combed her hair.

She gazed into the mirror, looking past her tired eyes and pale complexion. She put her bag on the luggage rack in the closet and walked over to the bed.

Aaron stood up when she came over, he slid his arms around her and kissed her. He then went into the bathroom.

Grace pulled down the bedspread, “at least the sheets are clean” she thought to herself.

She locked the door. Closed the curtains, those heavy black out rusty gold colored curtains, standard in any motel. She laid on the bed and Aaron came out of the bathroom only wearing a pair of boxers. He came over and joined her on the bed. He leaned over her kissed her and ran his hand up the inside of her thigh. He slid his fingers inside he, she moaned and kissed him.

She let his fingers slid in and out of her rubbing her clit. Making her wet. She ran her hand down to his cock and rubbed. He stopped, got up and took off his boxers. She got up on her knees in front of him and removed her shirt. He rubbed her breasts pinching her nipples.

He got a condom out of his jeans pocket, then pushed her back onto the bed and got on top of her. He slid his cock into her pussy, feeling her, so wet and tight. He let out a moan, kissed her neck and rubbed her breasts, while he pushed into her deeper.

She moaned and pushed into him. Moving in and out of her. Feeling her breath quicken and shudder under him, they moved together till she couldn’t stand it any longer. She yelled out and came, he pushed harder into her and came in her. They laid there breathing each other in and feel asleep wrapped up in each others arms.

Grace awoke trying to think, trying to remember where she was. Who was laying next to her, she looked at Aaron still asleep and moved to get up. He tightened his grip around her, pulled her close to him and kissed her.

She got up and went to shower. She stepped into the shower and felt the warm water wash over her. She soaped up and rinsed off. As she was enjoying the warmth of the water Aaron joined her in the shower. He put his arms around her and kissed the back of her neck. She turned to face him and he lowered himself to his knees. He pulled her to him, he slid his tongue into her pussy licking and sucking on her clit.

She moaned and held herself up against the shower wall. Feeling his tongue slide into her, she let herself cum. He got up and kissed her. She got out of the shower grabbed a towel and laid on the bed. Aaron showered and joined her on the bed.

“So we going to say anything about this little experience?” Aaron asked.

“I am not sure,”

Aaron leaned over and kissed her, she let out a sigh.

“It’s been a wonderful experience, but looking at reality I am afraid it’s time to go,” she said.

“I know,”

It was 9 am, time to continue on Grace dressed, packed up and said goodbye to Aaron. She got into her Honda and set out back to the highway to head further north. She thought about Aaron and how bittersweet the encounter had been. Grace knew she was treating sex like a drug, but at that moment she didn’t care. She had gotten her fix, now it was on to a new place.

She drove till she came to a little out of the way town.

Overland

“Typical hometown look,” she thought.

Small businesses, bars, restaurants, churches, banks all the usual things. She found motel row and picked the least to get you mugged looking one. Close to a Everyday Foods store. The Candlelight Inn what a name Grace thought as she checked in and paid for a week up front. Figuring since she was here she would take some time and look around get a feel for the little town in the middle of nowhere.

“Well Overland let’s see what you have to offer a girl,” she said as she thumbed through the phone book.

She found that one of the best ways to find things was to skim the phone book. She ventured over to the Everyday Foods store and picked up some snacks.

She drifted off thinking about a lost summer day from a lifetime ago. Grace and James drove out of town towards the ocean. It was a sun filled hot summer day and heading out to feel the cool breeze of the ocean is just what she needed. She had picked up James, a good looking guy in his mid 30’s at a bar.

James had broad shoulders and sandy blond hair that he wore slightly shaggy. He had been long distance runner in college and still had the body to show for it. He had bought her a drink and explained his outlook on life. How it was an open road full of possibility. She was sure this was a pick up line, but he was good looking and a well spoken individual. So being Grace she thought what the hell.

They drove out towards Seaside to enjoy the day by the water. He was driving and she was running her hand up and down his leg. She ran her hand over to his crotch and gave him a generous rub though his cargo shorts. She was wearing a light blue bikini under an open over shirt and shorts. He moaned as she rubbed harder at his crotch. He turned into a rest stop, he shut off the car and leaned over towards her, he kissed her letting her suck at his tongue.

He slid her shirt off and rubbed her breasts. She moved over to remove her top and bottoms. He leaned over to her and sucked on her nipple, while rubbing and pinching the other one. He ran his fingers down to her pussy, he slid his finger into her.

She arched her back, let out a moan, letting his fingers slide deeper into her. He fingered her rubbing at her clit, making her wet. He kissed her, sat back into his seat, she leaned over and undid his shorts. Taking his cock into her mouth and letting him slide in and out of her mouth. She sucked harder while running her hand up and down his shaft. Making him moan, she sucked and rubbed till he pushed her away from him.

“Please fuck me,” he begged.

She straddled his hips and slowly slid his hard cock into her wet pussy. They both let out a moan as she moved back and forth, thrusting his cock deeper into her.

She moved faster and he pushed deeper into her. He kissed her and felt her pussy tighten around his cock as he came in her. She moved off of him and into her seat she redressed and smiled

“There now can we go to the beach?” James just smiled started the car and continued on towards Seaside.

She awoke around 8 am the next morning. “Time to face the day,” she said to herself.

She showered and dressed in comfy jeans, a long sleeve tee-shirt and walking shoes. She picked up a map from the front office and had written down some points of interest to check out.

She headed towards the downtown area and found a place to park, she walked down the Main Street area and checked out some of the hometown charm. Nothing of interest caught Grace’s eye. It was all very normal looking craft shops, ice cream shops, home decor, antiques and beauty shops.

Grace wandered around for a while and figured it was time for some lunch. She stopped at a little deli and had a turkey on wheat with a pickle, chips and an ice tea. She sat out on the patio of the deli and watched the people of this little town going about their lives.

The Backdoor

Grace stopped by a convent store on her way back to The Candlelight Inn to grab a pack of cigarettes. She asked the younger looking 20 something girl running the register where the nightlife was in this little town. The girl offered up that out behind the truck-stop, off route 18 there was a bar where all the locals hangout.

“It called The Backdoor,” the girl said.

She hung out in the motel room till around 9 pm, she dressed in her tight jeans, low cut black top and black ankle boots. She put on her coral lipstick and clipped her hair back.

She looked in the mirror and let out a sigh “anything for a fix,” she drove out to route 18 and past the truck-stop.

There it was about a quarter mile past, a large warehouse looking building, surrounded by a small dirt parking lot that stretched out into a field of forgotten wheat.

A simple small wooden sign hung over the door The Backdoor it read. She parked among all the other cars, SUV’s, trucks and motorcycles. She glanced around there were small groups of people standing around talking, smoking and drinking. She got out of her Honda locked the door put her keys, id and money into her pockets and headed towards the door.

The unmistakable smell of pot hit her as she passed a group of people, Grace took deep breath as she passed “awe memories” she thought.

She paid the large man that looked like a bodybuilder the $10 cover charge. The open floor of the warehouse had a bar, tables with chairs, a few pool tables and a dance floor. All lighted by a number of moving blue and red spotlights. A mix of classic rock and adult contemporary played just loud enough that you had to raise your voice to a dull yell to be heard. She made her way to the bar and ordered a shot of Jack and a beer. She downed the shot and took a seat at the bar to watch the crowd.

Sean

Grace’s beer was just past half empty when a voice asked “Would you like another, or something stronger?”

She turned to see an older guy, mid 50’s, in good shape with a little more gray than brown left in his hair asking if she would like another drink.

Grace smiled at him and said “Sure how about a shot of Jack?”

He ordered two and introduced himself  “Sean,”

He put out his hand and she said “Grace, thanks for the drink,” and shook his hand.

“So what do you think of our little town?” Sean asked. Grace gave him a confused look.

“You don’t look as if you’re from around here,” he said.

“True,” she answered.

They chatted about the town and what keep it running and why people choose to call it home. Typical mundane small talk, Grace ordered another beer.

“Care for a game of pool?” she asked him.

“Not my thing,” he answered.

“Your loss,” she said and headed over to the table.

She played a couple games with the guys that were hanging around. After deciding that this night was not really going anywhere she returned to the bar and ordered one more shot of Jack.

“Let me get that for you,” Sean said.

“Sure why not,”

Sean handed Grace her shot “Cheers,”

“Cheers,”

Ouch

Grace slowly opened her eyes the light was bright. She shut them again, her head pounded and her body ached. She tried to move and was stopped by shooting pain through her shoulders and back.

“What the hell happened,” she said to the empty room.

She managed to sit up and let her eyes adjust to the bright sunlight streaming in through the window. She was in what appeared to be a bedroom, sitting in the middle of a large bed.

Looking around, there was a nightstand with a clock radio that read 8:12 am, a dresser with a mirror, a chair in the corner and the door was closed. She had no idea where she was, she was wearing a man’s gray button down shirt that was open and nothing else. She got off the bed and stood in front of the mirror that was on the dresser.

“Oh my God,” she mouthed the words as she examined herself in the mirror.

Her hair was a mess, her eyes were bloodshot, there were red rough marks around her wrists and ankles. Along with bruises and blood on her inner thighs.

She scanned the room for her clothes, they were in a pile on the floor to the side of the bed, at least her shirt, jeans and boots were there no socks or underwear.

“Go figure,” Grace mumbled to herself.

She dressed and left the room, she stumbled down a hall and into a living-room. She found the front door and went outside. She found herself standing in a driveway not quite believing what she saw, her Honda parked right there. She opened the door and her keys were sitting on the passenger seat.

Grace drove away from the house found route 18 and made her way back to The Candlelight Inn, she packed up her room and started driving south. Soon as she felt she was far enough out of town she pulled over into a rest stop. Her hands shook as she lit a cigarette and tried to think of the last thing she remembered from the night before.

She remembered going to The Backdoor, playing pool having a few drinks, talking to the older guy, Sean. But didn’t remember leaving or anything else except waking up in that strange house.

She decided to drive south into the next big city and visit a hospital. She pulled up outside of St. Anthony’s Hospital, locked the Honda and walked into the emergency room entrance. She approached the check in desk and the attendant behind the glass asked what she was there for.

“I was drugged and sexually assaulted,” she said.

The attendant looked up at her, handed her a clipboard and asked her to have a seat. She took a seat and filled out the form, a nurse came over to her and offered her a bottle of water.

“It will be just a few minutes, would you like us to call in a police officer as well?” the nurse asked.

“Yes, thank you,”

Sarah

Grace sat and sipped on the water and waited, a women in a pants suit walked in and approached the check in desk. The attendant motion towards Grace and the woman walked over to her.

“Mrs. Summers, I am detective Sarah Miller,” she said.

Grace made eye contact with her and tried to smile, tears were welling up in her eyes. She knew she was exhausted and just wanted all of this over with. Detective Miller accompanied her back to an exam room, where she made her statement of what she could remember, photos were taken, blood was drawn and a rape kit collected.

Grace didn’t want to think too much about what was being done to her she just knew that it hurt and she wanted it over. She was allowed to shower and given clothes from the lost and found to wear. A dark blue tee-shirt, a pair of gray sweets and some slip on shoes. Detective Miller gave Grace her card and told her to keep in touch. She went to her Honda and sat trying to process what had just happened.

“I know it is the right thing to do, especially since I can’t remember,”

Home

Grace knew she needed to get somewhere safe where she could rest. She drove south and knocked on Eric’s door.

“Grace, what the hell?” Eric said.

She entered Eric’s apartment handed him the large envelope that contained a copy of the police report she had filed. Made her way to the couch, laid down and closed her eyes.

“Just read it,” she said and fell into a sleep of exhaustion.

Eric walked over to the couch, slipped her shoes off and covered her with a blanket. Eric sat at the table and slowly read the police report.

“Jesus Christ,” he said to himself.

Grace awoke to the smell of coffee and bacon. She sat up slowly realizing how sore she was.

“Morning.” Eric said.

“Morning.” she moaned getting herself to sit upright.

“Eat and take the meds that were prescribed for you,” he said.

She took the plate of scrambled eggs, toast and bacon and slowly ate it all along with a cup of coffee. She took the morning after pills, some antibiotics, and ibuprofen. Eric came over and kissed her on the forehead.

“Doing ok so far?” he asked.

“As good as can be expected. Still can’t remember anything,” she answered.

Grace’s cell phone rang it was St. Anthony’s Hospital with her test results. She had been drugged with Rohypnol the date rape drug, no DNA was found in her rape kit and she was clear of any STD’s. She didn’t know Sean’s last name nor did she take note of where she woke up. She had given as much information as she could remember from her night at The Backdoor.

Grace got up and went to take a shower. She thought about John and what had really happened that night so many months ago. He came home drunk and started in on her the second he hit the door saying how he didn’t love her anymore and that he and his whore of an assistant Jenny were going to get married as soon as he could file for a divorce. She remembered how the thunder rolled and the lightning sparked through the sky that night as John rambled on and on about leaving her and moving on with his happy little life.

When John headed towards the stairs to go up to the bedroom how he tripped, some how, it happened all so quickly, he was yelling and going up the stairs and then there was a noise, a loud thump followed by a cracking sound.

She stood in the kitchen for a moment after that horrible sound and tried to wrap her mind around what had just happened.

She thought about their life together the falling out of love and how he had become so hateful over the last few years. The money and assets that she helped him build up and how now she was deciding to hide his body take it all and run. She went into the living room towards the staircase and there laying like a rag doll on the floor was John, or at least his body. The color draining from his face, he was not breathing, not moving.

She knew he was already gone, the cracking sound was John’s head splitting open on the marble tile that surrounded the base of the staircase.

She managed to wrap the body in garbage bags and drug it out to the backyard. They had started to dig a hole for a pool to be put in, she dumped the body into the hole and covered it up. It was a long, tiring, messy night but it had to be done.

Grace stood over the covered body in the backyard and said, “It wasn’t all bad John we just grew apart and you became rotten, like a piece of fruit left out to long on the counter,”

She made a mental note to make sure the foundation for the pool would be poured by weeks end and so it was.

John was forever sealed away under the new backyard pool.

She stood in the shower looking over the red marks and bruises left by the night she couldn’t and didn’t want to remember and thought to herself “Karma is a bitch,”

John’s Side

“Fuck, where is my tie, I am late for the 1:30 pm meeting,” John said.

“Relax, they will wait for you,” Jenny said, as she picked up his navy blue neck tie off the floor of the hotel room and put it around his neck.

“See there you go all dressed,” she said.

“Thank you, I love you,” he kissed her.

“Love you too,”

John gathered his wallet, keys, phone, and briefcase and left the hotel room. He took the elevator down to the parking garage and got into his car. His phone beeped while he was exiting the garage, one missed call, from Grace. John sighed

“Suppose I should call the wife back,” he mumbled to himself.

After his meeting, Jenny his assistant, came into his office.

“How did it go?”

“Good, they will send over a contract next week,” he answered.

His phone rang it was Grace, he pushed ignore call, and looked at Jenny.

“When are you going to tell her?”

“Soon,”

He sat at his desk looking at the portrait of Grace, thinking about how they had fallen out of love years ago and now just tolerated each other.

John and his assistant Jenny had been sleeping together for two years now. He had started out by saying he would never indulge with someone at work, but over the time spent together they had fallen in love. He had tried to ignore the butterflies he felt in his gut when she had first started working for him, the stolen glances across the room, the accidental touches in passing.

He ignored it till that one day, he had started his morning having an argument with Grace about never spending any time together. He had stormed out of the house and gone to the office.

Jenny was there looking so pretty, with her long legs, bright blue eyes and bouncy blonde hair, there to listen. He had broke down in front of her and they ended up in a hotel room together during lunch. He talked, she comforted and listened. Jenny made the first move, kissing him on the cheek, it turned into a make out session followed by an afternoon fling.

John tried to push her away and not feel the warmth and comfort of her. Telling himself it was just once, a moment of weakness. But it was there a connection between them. That hole in his heart that he had been carrying around for years was now filled with her. Her passion for life, her understanding, her love.

He had started to prepare what he needed to say to Grace. How he needed to be let go, that they both needed to move on. That they were just suffocating each other by staying in a stalled relationship. It always sounded good in his head, but every time he started to get ready to confront her he chickened out.

“You know instead of hotel rooms at noon we could be together in our own home,” Jenny said, after yet another lunch hour spent in a hotel room.

“I know, I want to tell her,”

Jenny stood in front of him, slid her arms around his waist and kissed him.

“Please do it tonight, I can’t wait any longer, I want to be home with you,”

“Ok, tonight,” he said.

John had a stop to make before going home to confront Grace. He drove out to the mall and went into The Jewelry Palace and picked up the engagement ring he had ordered for Jenny. He looked it over in the car and put it in the glove box.

He drove around for a while rehearsing in his head what he was going to say to Grace. He decided to stop and grab a drink hoping that it would help settle his nerves. He entered the Bar & Grill on main, ordered a hamburger with fries, a beer and a shot of Jameson.

About four shots and two beers later he felt ready to go talk to Grace. He parked his car in the garage and entered the house. Grace was standing in the kitchen and he just started talking.  Wanting to get it all out and over with quickly, so that he could go back to Jenny.

“Grace, we’re done, I am leaving, I want a divorce. You are suffocating me, we need to move on. Jenny and I want to get married,” It all came out quickly, his heart was racing and he was shaking.

He walked through the kitchen to the stairs to go up and grab a few things, before leaving. His shoes were wet from the rain, he misjudged the step and slipped. Unable to regain his balance, his head hit the marble tile that surrounded the base of the staircase.

“Missing John Summers age 45, wt. 215 lbs, eyes brown, hair short, dark brown with streaks of grey,” Jenny read to herself, as she hung up another flyer.

“I wish I knew where you were,” Jenny brushed a tear away and continued hanging up missing person flyers.

Jenny and James

Jenny continued to hand out flyers on her way back to her apartment. She slowly climbed up the steps to her studio apartment on the third floor of an older historical building downtown. As she stood in the center of the room a small navy blue gym bag in the closet caught her eye, John’s ‘gym’ bag she smiled to herself, John going to the gym was there cover for the past year. Every Wednesday night and Saturday afternoon John would come here and for the first while he carried the gym bag back and forth, then it just ended up in the closet.

Jenny let out a sigh and sat on the bed.

“I just want to know where you are,” she said to the empty room.

She scrolled through her contacts on her phone, stopped, “I wonder,” she said and pushed call contact name James.

“Hello this is James Andrews, how can I help you?

“James it’s Jenny,”

“Hey, sis what’s up?” he answered.

She explained her relationship with John and that he was now missing. She didn’t know what else she could do. James took all this in and thought it over.

“Let me see if my friend from the academy is still around, last I remember he was out your way he should be a detective by now,”

“Ok, thank you James, anything to help me find him. I just don’t understand what could have happened to him,” she said.

James sat his desk and thumbed through a stack of business cards till he found the one he was looking for.

“Thought so,” he said and dialed the phone.

“Hello, this is Detective Eric Stone,”

“Hey, detective this is Private Investigator James Andrews,”

“Wow, hi James, long time, so what’s up?” Eric asked.

James explained his sister’s predicament. It didn’t take long for Eric to put it all together. James hung up with Eric and packed his bag for a quick road trip. He was not only curious about what had happened to John but also felt it was past time to catch up with his sister and old friend.

Detective Stone sat at his desk in the downtown police station taking in that his old friend from the academy, was now involved. All because John Summers assistant was Jenny Andrews. “Small world,” he muttered to himself. Trying to figure out if Grace needed to be brought in on any of this.

Grace and James

James and Jenny arrived at Eric’s apartment. James knocked.

Eric answered the door.

“Hey, come in, take a seat. Can I get either of you a drink?” Eric asked.

“Sure I’ll take a scotch,” James said.

“No thanks,” Jenny answered.

Grace came into the living room, Eric started to make the introductions but was cut off by James.

“Grace?” James asked.

“James? From Seaside? It’s been a while,” she answered moving forward to shake his hand.

Grace had picked up James in a bar in downtown Portland about thirteen years ago.

“Seriously, Grace is there anyone you haven’t slept with? I’ll take that drink now,” Jenny said.

Eric handed her a shot of Jack and she downed it.

Route 18

“Hello, this is Detective Miller,” Sarah answered the phone.

“Hey, Sarah, It’s Detective Mark Thomas from Overland, I have a question for you about a report you took last fall concerning The Backdoor,”  

Detective Thomas explained the discovery of a female body not to far from The Backdoor and had found Sarah’s incident report on Grace.

Sarah called Grace.

Grace awoke to her phone beeping, she reached over to the nightstand. It said one missed call from Sarah Miller.  

“What the hell, does she want,” Grace said sitting up in bed.  

“What does who want?” Eric asked from the other room. Grace got up and joined Eric in the kitchen.  

“Detective Sarah Miller,”

Grace sat at the kitchen table and dialed the phone.

“This is Detective Miller,”

“It’s Grace Summers, you called?’  

“Thanks for calling back, they found a body of a young women, out on route 18, just outside of Overland,” Sarah said.

“This has to do with me how?”

“She had similar markings on her, that match your report from last fall,”  

Grace just sat for a moment taking in what Sarah was saying. Another woman had gone to The Backdoor for a good time and now she is dead. She had tried not to remember that night, but pieces of it had begun to float back into her mind.

“You are the only one that has made a report about The Backdoor,” Sarah said.

“If you happen to remember anything else about that night it could help. Grace, she was only 23,”

“I will think about it,” Grace said and hung up the phone.

“What was that about?” Eric asked.

“A dead woman, was found out on route 18, I think I know who did it,”

Since coming back to Eric’s apartment after that forgotten night at The Backdoor, Grace and Eric had been playing house with each other like an old married couple. She felt comfortable and safe with him and he enjoyed having her around.  

They decided to take a road trip out to route 18, to see if It would jog Grace’s memory. They drove north out of town, past Barney’s Bar & Grill, past The Northward Inn and into downtown Overland. It had been a while but it all looked the same, a quiet little town, of ordinary looking people going about their daily lives.  

They drove out towards route 18 and the truck stop. Then there it was the large warehouse looking building, surrounded by a small dirt parking lot that stretched out into a field of forgotten wheat.

With just a simple small wooden sign over the door, The Backdoor it read. The parking lot was empty and it looked run down. They pulled into the parking lot and Grace pulled out a map of the area. She was looking for where she had woken up after that forgotten night.  

“This may be something,” she said to Eric as they looked at a road that turned off of route 18 about a mile down.

“Let’s go check it out,” Eric started the car and they drove further down route 18.

They turned off onto a dirt road that twisted and turned into the woods. It was an overcast day but the dense trees made the road darker than it was. Eric flipped the switch for the headlights in Grace’s little Honda, as they continued along the dirt road. They came to a dead stop, a shiver ran up Grace’s back, making her shudder. A large two story, log cabin house stood in front of them.  

“That’s it. That is the house I woke up in,” she said. Eric took note of the house number and the name of the road they had turned on.

“We need to go talk to Sarah,” Eric agreed and they headed back out of Overland.

Anna

Grace and Eric sat in the police station waiting to speak with Detective Sarah Miller.

“You can come back now,” An Officer escorted them into an interview room, where Sarah was waiting.

“So what do we have?” Sarah asked.

“We drove out to The Backdoor and we found the house off of Route 18,” Grace answered.  

“The house you woke up in, but didn’t know where you were?”  

“Yep that one, it has an address, 870 West Ridge Rd. off of Route 18,” Eric said.

“Can we see the report on the dead woman?”  

“Only because you are also a Detective and Grace was the only one to come forward,” She handed the file to Eric.  

They read over the report. Woman found naked, bruises on wrists and ankles. Scratches and bruising on inner thighs. Bruising around eyes and mouth, skin under fingernails. Identified as Anna Miller age 23. Eric looked at Sarah.

“Relation?” he asked her.

“She’s my niece,” Sarah answered.  

“I will run the address and see if we can find and owner. I will let you know what I find,” Sarah showed them back out to the front entrance.

When Grace and Eric returned home, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him.  

“Thanks for helping me find the house,”  

She lead him into the bedroom and pushed him down onto the bed. She unclipped her hair letting it fall over her shoulders. As she slowly started to take off her clothes, sliding off her shoes. She swayed back and forth while unbuttoning her jeans, sliding them down to her ankles and stepping out of them.  

Eric just laid back on the bed and enjoyed. She pulled her shirt off over her head and then unfastened her bra and slipped off her panties. She then moved to the bed and helped Eric take off his pants and shirt. She pulled down his boxers and discarded them to the floor.

She lowered herself over his cock and slid it into her mouth, rubbing her hand along his shaft. He let out a moan and leaned back on the bed. He ran his hands through her hair. She sucked harder letting his cock slide in and out of her mouth.

She stopped, and moved up straddling his hips and sliding his cock into her. She let out a moan, and he reached up and caressed her breasts, pinching her nipples. She pushed against him letting his cock slide deeper into her. She quickly moved her hips back and forth, thrusting faster and deeper. Fucking him till they came together.

Closure

The next morning Grace awoke to the smell of coffee brewing and the sound of bacon frying. She got up pulled on her robe and went into the kitchen.  

“Morning,” Eric said as he gave her a kiss and put a plate of scrambled eggs, toast and bacon down in front of her.

She started eating as he poured her coffee.

“So what’s up?” she asked in between bites.

“Sarah called this morning. She found a name,”  

She stopped eating and looked up at him.  

“It’s Sean isn’t it?” she asked, Eric just nodded.

“Finish eating and then we will figure out what you want to do next,”

Grace entered The Backdoor wearing her tight jeans, low cut black top and ankle boots. She headed over to the bar and ordered a shot of Jack, she downed the shot and hit the pool tables. A good looking guy in jeans and a t-shirt was shooting a game. She picked up a cue stick and make eye contact with the guy.

“Care for a game, best out of five?” she asked.

“Sure,” he said and racked the balls for a new game.

She took her time shooting, watching the room and taking note of the older grey haired guy sitting towards the back of the room.  

A woman in her mid 30’s with shoulder length dark hair entered The Backdoor, she was dressed in dark jeans and a tight t-shirt that helped accent her chest. She took a seat at the bar ordered a beer and a BLT. While she ate her sandwich and drank her beer, she watched the crowd of people, some dancing, others eating and a few playing pool.  

“Would you like another or something stronger?” A male voice said beside her. She cleared her throat.

“I wouldn’t say no to a shot of Jack,” The woman answered. She gave him a smile and he ordered her a shot and took the seat next to her at the bar.

“I am Sarah,” she said and put out her hand.

“Sean,” he answered shaking her hand.

They chatted about how warm it was getting so early into spring and other mundane daily small talk.

“One for the road?” Sean asked.

“Sure,” Sarah said.

Grace had finished her game of pool and was now standing behind Sean looking at Sarah. Sean ordered two more shots of Jack and turned away from Sarah before handing her the drink. Grace just watched as he slipped a small pill into the drink, it dissolved instantly. He turned back towards Sarah and handed her the shot.

“Cheers,” Sean said.  

“I don’t think so,” Grace said from behind Sean. He turned around to face her.

“We can take this outside,” she said. Sean agreed and walked out with Grace and Sarah into the parking lot.  

“Let’s go to your place, Sean,” Grace said.  

They walked over to Grace’s Honda, Sean and Sarah got in the back. Eric was behind the wheel Grace got in and they headed down Route 18, and turned onto West Ridge Rd. The car was dead silent, then Grace spoke.

“I want to see where you took me,” she said looking at Sean.

They pulled up in front of the house and they all got out.

“Let’s go,” Eric said taking Sean by the elbow and leading him to the front door. Sean took out his keys and unlocked the door.  

“Show me,” Grace said.

He led them through the kitchen to a door that had a padlock on it. Sean unlocked it, opened the door, flipped the light switch and they headed downstairs to the basement.

The cinder block walls were cold and damp. There was a faint smell of burnt candles, vanilla Grace thought to herself. There was a queen size bed against the far wall, it had a wooden foot and headboard. There were strands of red stained rope hanging off the four corner posts of the bed. The sheets on the bed were smeared with streaks of blood. Grace took a wooden kitchen chair from the side of the bed and placed it next to the foot of the bed.

“Sit,” she told Sean.

He took a seat on the chair, Grace then handcuffed his arms behind him and tied his ankles to the legs of the chair. Sarah and Eric just watched, allowing her to get her answers.  

“Why?” Grace asked.

“Why, not it was easy.” Sean said.

She moved towards him and straddled his lap. She leaned into him and whispered.

“Like it’s easy for me to make you hard,” she rubbed her hand along his crotch, he tried to move away. She could feel his cock starting to get hard.  

“What exactly did you do to me?” she asked.

He looked at her and smiled.

“Nothing you didn’t want or enjoyed,” he answered.

Grace moved off of him.

“You know what, I think we are done here,”

She walked over to Eric, and kissed him as he handed her his gun. Grace turned to look at Sarah, she nodded.  

Grace raised the gun and shot Sean in the head, his body when limp. Eric uncuffed and untied him. His body fell to the floor.

Eric, Grace and Sarah went upstairs, putting the padlock back on the basement door. They went out to Grace’s Honda and drove back to The Backdoor to drop Sarah off at her vehicle.

Grace got out and gave Sarah a hug. She smiled at Grace and got into her car and drove away.  

As Grace and Eric drove home he reached over and squeezed her hand.

“I love you,” he said.

She smiled.

“I know, I love you too.”  

Westside Motel

Grace opened her eyes, and tied to focus on the bedside alarm clock. It was flashing 12:00.

“Fuck,” she said as she sat up and looked around the room.

She was naked on a bed in a crappy motel room, except this time there were two other bodies in the room with her. Two guys laid naked on the bed with her. She got up off the bed and headed to the bathroom.

She splashed some water on her face, glanced in the mirror at her bloodshot eyes and pale complexion. She ran her fingers through her stringy red hair and got into the shower.

While she soaped up and washed off the nights festivities, the details of last nights events slowly seeped back to her.

She had gone out to a bar to shoot pool and have a good time, Grace had gotten to a point in her life where she wanted to embrace the now. She felt that her adventuring party days were fleeting. She needed to feed that craving, to get her fix, that sexual high that drove her more and more.

She entered the Late Night Spot around 10 pm, wearing her tight jeans and even tighter tee-shirt. She ordered her usual a beer followed by a shot of Jack. She sized up the room took note of the guys playing pool and made her decision to take at least one of them home.

The two guys shooting pool were good looking, average mid 40’s and appear to be enjoying their night out. Grace approached the pool table and invited herself to play the winner of the next game.

She did what she does best, flirting, leaning in over the table, rubbing up against each of them in passing. She won the first set of three games and then challenged them to a best of five. After about two hours of flirting, small talk and four more shots of Jack, she was more than ready to take one or both of them home.

She put her cue down on the pool table and invited the guys back to her motel room. They both agreed. In the parking lot Grace introduced herself to them.

“Grace,” she said as she put out her hand to the first guy.

“Tom,” he said and shook her hand. She then faced the other guy.

“Robert,” he said and also shook her hand.

“You can follow me, there’s a Westside Motel about a mile down,” she said and got into her honda.

Tom and Robert got into their truck and followed her to the motel. She parked in front of room 14 and the three of them entered. Tom a good looking guy, made the first move.

He stood in front of Grace and kissed her. He slid his hands around her waist, ran his hands down to her ass and squeezed pulling her into him. She kissed him back and could feel his hard cock against her. She ran her hand down to his crotch and rubbed.

Tom let out a moan and ran his hand over her breast, pinching her nipples. She took a step back from Tom and removed her shirt, showing off her dark purple satin bra.

Robert who had been watching all this go down, moved across the room to them and stood behind Grace. He moved her red shoulder length hair to one side and leaned down to kiss her neck while rubbing her shoulders.

She stepped back into him and could feel his cock rub up against her. She let out a moan and Tom kissed her. Tom moved down the front of Grace unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them down to her ankles, she stepped out of them.

He then moved back up her legs kissing the inside of her thighs and removed her pink lace panties. Tom kissed and licked, sliding his tongue into her pussy.

Robert unfastened Grace’s bra and let it drop to the floor, he caressed her breasts and rubbed her nipples. She let out a moan and ran her hands through Tom’s hair pushing him deeper into her.

Tom stood up and kissed her, she moved over and sat on the edge of the bed. Robert took out a bottle of Jack Daniels from a bag of groceries that Grace had gotten earlier.

Opened it, took a drink, then handed it to Grace. She took a drink and handed it off to Tom who also took a hit and put the bottle down on the table. Tom then moved towards Robert and kissed him. The two guys then shed their clothes and joined her on the bed.

Grace laid in between the two of them she kissed Robert and then rolled over to kiss Tom. She moved down and took Tom’s cock into her mouth. Letting it slide in and out while running her hand up and down his shaft. Robert moved towards Tom and started kissing him. Grace keep sucking till she could taste his pre-cum.

She moved up and straddled Tom’s hips letting him slide into her. She moved her hips back and forth sliding him deep into her.

Robert sucked on her erect nipples, he ran his hand down rubbing her clit. Tom arched his back and came deep inside her. She leaned back letting Robert rub her clit till she came.

Grace moved off of Tom, taking a seat at the table and took a long drink from the bottle of Jack.

“Do either of you have a cigarette?” she asked.

Robert grabbed his jeans from the floor, pulled out a pack and tossed them to her. She lit a cigarette and took a long drag, Robert sat at the table with her and lit one as well.

Tom took the bottle of Jack off the table and took a few long drinks. They all sat in silence, breathing. Grace was deciding if she was done or if this was going to go to a next level.

“Does anyone need to be anywhere soon?” she asked. Tom and Robert exchanged glances.

“Not really,” Tom answered and downed another swoallow of Jack. Grace smiled.

“Good so who’s up for round two?”

Tom got up and went into the bathroom. Robert stood up in front of Grace, took her hand and led her over to the bed.

She laid down on the bed, Robert lowered himself between her legs and enjoyed what Tom had left in her pussy. She arched her back and moaned when he slid his fingers into her while sucking on her clit.

He moved up her body kissing and caressing her. Robert let his cock slid into her and then pulled back teasing her with just the tip, making her squirm.

“How badly do you want it?” Robert asked.

“Please, please fuck me,” she begged.

He grinned at her then thrusted deep into her, Grace yelled out. He stopped, and turned her over onto her stomach.

Tom had come out of the bathroom and was watching, stroking his cock. He moved over to her and slid his cock into her mouth. She sucked eagerly letting him fuck her mouth.

Robert was behind her sliding his fingers in and out of her pussy, pushing deeper into her each time. He then slowly pushed the tip of his cock into her ass. She let out a moan, taking Tom’s cock deeper into her mouth. Robert slid his cock into her ass, fucking her slowly. He slapped her hard on the ass. She cried out letting go of Tom.

Tom looked at Robert, leaned in, kissed him and whispered something in his ear. Robert smiled and moved off the bed.

He picked up his jeans and pulled out his belt. He folded it in half, a loud snap rung out. Grace jumped, she turned and looked at Robert standing behind her with his thick leather belt in hand.

She knelled on the bed in front of him, he kissed her, and pushed her onto her back. Tom grabbed her wrists and Robert handed him the belt. He tied her hands together, then fastened the belt to the headboard.

Robert took a drink from the bottle of Jack then poured it over Grace’s body. She squrimed as it splashed across her breasts and stomach. Tom started licking up the spill off of her breasts, sucking on her hard nipples. As Robert sucked the Jack Daniels out of Grace’s bellybutton.

They worked their way up and down her body, licking and sucking up every drop. Her body tingled from the sensation, her pussy dripping with cum.

Tom unfasten the belt from the headboard, and untied Grace’s wrists.

“Fuck me,” he said.

Grace got up, kissed Tom and pushed him onto his back in the middle of the bed.

She stroked his cock, sliding it into her drenched pussy. Tom moaned and thrusted into her. Robert got behind Grace and rubbed her shoulders and kissed her neck as she fucked Tom.

Robert then tightened his grip around her neck, pushed her forward and slid his cock into her ass. Tom grabbed Grace’s neck and kissed her deeply while Robert pushed deeper into her ass.

She took them both, feeling Tom deep in her pussy, and having Robert in her ass. Grace’s pussy tighten around Tom’s cock as she pushed back against Robert taking him deeper, her body shuddered as she felt them come in her.

She collapsed laying on top of Tom, he kissed her and moved her off of him. Robert layed next to them running his hand up and down her back.

Robert and Tom went to take a shower and Grace feel asleep.

~ ~ ~ ~

Grace awoke to Robert kissing her, as he slid his fingers into her pussy. Thrusting them deep into her, Tom leaned over and kissed her, he was stroking his cock, laying up against her.

Tom stroked faster, while sucking on Grace’s nipple. She moaned and went to move her arm, only to find that her wrists were once again tied to the headboard with Robert’s belt.

“Just relax,” Robert told her. Grace closed her eyes as Robert continued to finger her, working more of his fingers deeper into her.

Robert watched as Tom moved on to his knees and continued to rub his cock, he came, all over Grace’s breasts. Robert moved on top of Grace slid his cock into her pussy, thrusting deep into her. He leaned over and kissed Tom while he fucked her.

They untied Grace finished off the bottle of Jack and passed out on the bed.

Grace stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and went to find her clothes. She got dressed and left the Westside motel and drove back home to Eric.

Desire

Grace unlocked the door to room 17 at the Pine Oaks Inn off of highway 25. She switched on the lamp next to the door and took in the $50 a night motel room.

“The things I do for a fix,” Grace muttered as she put her overnight bag in the closet next to the bathroom.

Grace showered and dressed, choosing her low-cut black top and tight fitting dark jeans, with a simple pair of navy blue pumps.

She clipped back her dark red hair and applied her favorite coral lipstick.

“Good enough,” she said to the room putting her ID and cash into her pockets.

Grace entered the rundown roadhouse, took a seat at the bar and ordered a shot of jack.

“You don’t have to do this,” a voice said from behind her.

Grace turned around Eric was standing there looking disappointed.

Grace stared at him, she couldn’t stop the tears from coming.  Eric put his arm around her and they headed back to the Pine Oaks Inn. Grace gathered her things and followed Eric home.

Eric handed Grace a drink and sat next to her on the couch. He downed his drink and faced her. He reached behind her and unclipped her hair. He leaned in and kissed her tenderly on the lips.

“I love you,” he said, she moved forward and kissed him.

“I love you too,” Grace put her head on his shoulder.

He took her hand and lead her into the bedroom. Eric pulled her shirt over her head, unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down to her ankles. She stepped out of them. He hugged her, kissed her neck and unfastened her bra. She slid off her panties and laid on the bed.

Eric undressed and joined her, he slid his hand in-between her legs and rubbed her clit. Grace moaned and kissed him, she rubbed his cock. He slid his fingers into her making her pussy wet.

“Fuck me, please,” Grace begged.

Eric moved on top of her, he slid his tongue into her mouth and kissed her deeply. He kissed down her neck to her breasts, sucking on her erect nipples. Grace moaned and ran her hands through his hair. He slid his hard cock into her wet pussy she arched her back and pushed against him making herself come. Eric thrusted faster and harder, coming deep in her.

~ ~ ~ ~

Grace awoke the next morning with a purpose, to be here with Eric, to distance herself from the craving. That feeling of need and sexual desire that haunted her.

Grace dressed in a nice pair of jeans with a conservative top and a pair of walking shoes. She went out not sure of what she was looking for.

After hours of exploring around the downtown area, she found herself standing in front of St. Anthony’s. Grace took a deep breath and entered the church.

The building was lit by streams of sunlight passing through the stained glass windows. Creating rainbows falling over the pews.

Grace entered the confessional and poured her heart out to the priest. She told him about picking up random guys in bars, that she needed sex, craved the high. The adrenaline rush from being with a stranger. She even told him about wanting and having another woman.

Father Gabriel listened to her, he tried not to be aroused by her confession.  He explained to her that it wasn’t too late to save her soul.

As Grace was leaving St. Anthony’s Father Gabriel a clean-shaven, good looking guy, in his late thirties with short dark hair and even darker eyes stopped her.

“I lead a women’s group two nights a week if you would like to join us,” he handed her a flyer.

“Thank you, I will think about it,” she said taking the flyer.

“Please do,” Father Gabriel said, taking her hand and giving it a light squeeze. Grace smiled at him and left.

Father Gabriel entered his office he stood in front of his desk thinking about what Grace had confessed. He picked up a small silver bell and rang it. Sister Bernadette entered the office, her eyes glazed over and her voice void of feeling. “Yes Father?”

“I need you to relieve me,” he said. She nodded, she stood in front of him unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Dropped to her knees and took his hard cock into her mouth. He leaned back against the desk and enjoyed feeling her suck his cock. She let him slide in and out of her mouth, sucking harder and harder. He grabbed her head and came in her mouth.

“Swallow,” Father Gabriel ordered. Sister Bernadette swallowed and stood up.

“Now hike up your skirt and take off your panties.” She obeyed pulling up her skirt and removing her white cotton panties.

“Good,” he smiled at her. He ran his hand up her bare leg and started to rub her pussy.

“Do you like that?” he asked.

“Yes Father,” she replied. He slid his fingers into her now wet pussy thrusting them in and out of her making her moan.

“Come for me,” he ordered.

“Yes Father,” she gasped. Her body tightened up a shudder ran through her, then her body went limp in Father Gabriel’s arms.

He removed his hand from in-between her legs, kissed her lightly on the lips and whispered something in her ear.

“You’re excused now,” he said. Sister Bernadette straighten her skirt, picked up her panties and left the office.

As Grace was making dinner, she keep glancing at the flyer. Thinking to herself “Why do I want this?”

She mentioned it to Eric.

“Check it out, see if it feels right,” he told her.

On the following Thursday night at 5:30 pm Grace entered St. Anthony’s rec room in the basement of the church. There were yellow plastic school chairs set out in a semicircle facing a podium and chalkboard.

“Hello Grace, it’s good to see you,” Father Gabriel said as he took her hand.

Grace smiled and took a seat.

“You appear to be the only one tonight,” he said pulling one of the chairs to sit in front of her.

“So we’ll just have a one on one conversation,” Father Gabriel smiled and took her hand.

Grace listened as Father Gabriel talked and talked. She felt very calm and relaxed while listening to him. Although she couldn’t quite recall exactly what he had said.

Grace continued to meet with Father Gabriel twice a week for the following three weeks. Each time she questioned why she felt so compelled to go.

It was after this third week of meetings that Eric started becoming aware that something was off. He had asked Grace how it was and what she thought of it. All he ever got was vague answers of it was fine.

Eric’s growing concern for Grace and suspicion of Father Gabriel lead him to begin an investigation of the Father.

On this Thursday night in late July Detective Eric Stone decided to follow Grace to St. Anthony’s. He made his way around to the back of the Church and found a window that looked into the basement rec room.

Grace was sitting in the one yellow school chair placed in the center of the room. Father Gabriel walked towards her and kneeled down in front of her. He slid her shoes off and caressed her bare feet. He started talking to her. Eric couldn’t hear what was being said but it appeared to him that the Father was hypnotizing Grace.

Father Gabriel arose and walked over to the podium and took out a polaroid camera. He addressed Grace, she stood up and removed her shirt and jeans.

Then she just stood there in her purple lace bra and panties. Eric then noticed a second woman standing next to the piano also only wearing a bra and panties.

Eric watched as this woman approached Grace and started kissing her. Meanwhile Father Gabriel had started taking pictures of the two women making out.

“What the fuck did you get yourself into Grace,” Eric mumbled to himself.

Eric turned over the clock on the nightstand read 1 am he got up, dressed and drove to the church. He managed to unlatch a basement window, he dropped down into the basement. Eric searched for the polaroids that Father Gabriel had taken.

After not finding anything in the basement, he made his way upstairs to the Father’s office. There in the bottom right-hand drawer was a shoebox full of polaroids. Eric flipped through the photos, under the polaroids were three disks, Eric put them in his jacket pocket, he took the box and left.

Eric sat in front of his laptop watching the disks he had found. They were Father Gabriel’s home movies. Featuring Sister Bernadette, Grace and Father Gabriel. Eric decided that Grace didn’t need to know about the home movies.

~ ~ ~ ~

Grace awoke to the smell of bacon and coffee.

“What’s up?” she asked as she took a seat at the kitchen table.

“Morning, eat,” Eric said as he put a plate down in front of her and kissed her on the head.

Grace ate, then asked again, “What is up?”

Eric took out the shoebox, sat it on the table, took Grace’s hand and explained what he had found.

Grace looked at the photos.

“What the fuck, I don’t remember doing any of this,” she said. Grace looked at Eric.

“What do we do now?” she asked. Eric smiled at her, he leaned over and kissed her.

Eric entered Father Gabriel’s bedroom at 3 am he quickly duct taped the Father’s wrists and ankles together. Then he taped his mouth shut.

Father Gabriel awoke in a panic, Eric held him down.

“You brought this on yourself,” Eric told him.

Eric took Father Gabriel into the church’s kitchen and sat him on a chair placed in the walk-in fridge. While Eric was taping the Father’s legs to the yellow school chair, Grace was pulling knives out of the utensil drawer and laying them out across the counter.

“So Father, any last words?” Grace pulled the tape from his mouth.

“Don’t do this Grace, I beg you,” Father Gabriel pleaded.

“You know Father, when I sleep with people, it’s consensual,” Grace said picking up a knife and standing in front of Father Gabriel.

Eric watched as Grace slid the knife across Father Gabriel’s thigh.

“Fuck Grace,” Father Gabriel yelled.

“Anything you want to confesse Father?” Eric asked.

Father Gabriel shook his head. Grace looked at Eric.

“I love you,” she said.

“I love you too,” he said. She kissed him.

Grace moved to stand behind Father Gabriel, she kissed him on the cheek and whispered,

“All you had to do was ask,” she pulled the knife across his neck letting it slice in deeply. Blood poured from his neck and he slumped over.

Absolution

Sister Bernadette was born Marie Ann Riggs of Iowa, an everyday ordinary average looking  girl, with dark brown shoulder length hair and green eyes.  The only child of Joseph and Clara Riggs.  Her parents were kind, hard working individuals that knew early on that Marie was not a happy child. She was quite, shy and kept to herself.  When she turned 18 and announced to her parents that she would be joining a convent to take her vows, her parents were relieved that she had found her calling. They wished her well and let her go on her way.

Now named Sister Bernadette she found herself at St. Anthony’s, a small church with just herself and Father Gabriel inhabiting the grounds. Sister Bernadette was taken with Father Gabriel as soon as she laid eyes on him, a good looking man, clean-shaven, with short dark hair and even darker eyes, that just sucked her in. She was completely obedient to him, from the beginning.

Sister Bernadette sat straight up out of a deep sleep.

“What was that?” she strained to hear.

She got out of bed, sliding her bare feet into her slippers, grabbing her robe and slowly opened the door. The hallway was dimly lit by a nightlight shaped like a cross. She could have sworn there was a noise from Father Gabriel’s room.

Sister Bernadette made her way down the hallway, the door to Father Gabriel’s room was open.

“It’s never open at night,” she said to herself.

She peered in, his bed was empty. She took the back stairs down to the kitchen. As she reached the last step the kitchen light came on, she froze and watched as Eric carried Father Gabriel with his hands and ankles bound with duct tape into the walk-in fridge.

She listened, as Grace threatened Father Gabriel. When he yelled out, she covered her mouth to muffle a cry. After Grace and Eric had left, she crept towards the walk-in.

She stood looking at Father Gabriel taped to the yellow school chair, drenched in his blood, slumped over. She wanted to scream, but her voice was caught in her throat and no sound emerged.

Sister Bernadette fell to her knees in the walk-in fridge, moving her hands in the sign of the cross and mumbling prayers to herself.

Then there was a voice, she stopped praying and listened. The voice spoke to her, telling her what she needed to do now.

“Look at what they have done,” It said.

“You have to put him to rest,” It told her.

She knew what had to be done, Sister Bernadette obeyed the voice in her head. She worked quickly gathering sheets, garbage bags and the wheelbarrow from the gardening shed.

She wrapped him in sheets, covered him with the garbage bags and put him into the wheelbarrow. She scrubbed the walk-in and the yellow school chair, putting it back in the stack downstairs next to the piano in the rec room.

Sister Bernadette then wheeled Father Gabriel’s body out to the garden, she dug a shallow grave between the corn stalks and the zucchini. She dumped him in, covered him up and said a prayer. She took two small pieces of wood along with a piece of twine that she had found in the gardening shed and fashioned a small cross to mark his grave.

She stood in the laundry room taking off her robe, nightgown and slippers. She put them into the washer, added soap and started the cycle. She wandered back upstairs to the bathroom naked.

Sister Bernadette let the hot water wash away the dirt and blood. As she washed she listened to the voice.

“You have to punish them,” It said.

She let out a deep sigh, she thought about Father Gabriel and how she already missed him.

Sister Bernadette dressed in street clothes, she took out of the lost and found and headed out to find Eric and Grace. She spent the day wandering around downtown, she stopped by the deli across from the downtown police station and had a turkey sandwich. While she was enjoying her lunch outside in the warm summer sun she happened to see Detective Eric Stone leaving the station with a co-worker.

“What a small world it is,” she said to herself.

She spent the next few days watching Eric and figuring out where and when she would confront him.

It was half past four on Saturday when there was a knock on Eric’s downtown apartment door.

He answered the door.

“Hello, may I help you,” Eric asked.

“I am Sister Bernadette, from St. Anthony’s. Can I talk to you?” she said.

Eric looked her over and realised that he did know her from Father Gabriel’s photos.

“Sure, come in,” he said holding the door open for her.

They entered Eric’s apartment and took a seat at the kitchen table.

“Would you like a water?” Eric asked. Sister Bernadette nodded Eric grabbed them each a bottle from the fridge.

“So what’s on your mind?” he asked.

“Where’s Grace?” she asked.

“She’ll be back soon,”

“You, know what Father Gabriel did to Grace, and to me?”

“Yes, I do,” Eric opened his water and took a drink.

The door to the apartment opened and as Grace entered the apartment, Sister Bernadette jumped out of her seat, pulled out the knife she was carrying and put it to Eric’s throat.

“Welcome home Grace,” she said.

Grace took all this in as she sat the bag of groceries down. Eric still sitting at the table, Sister Bernadette’s shaking hand pushing the blade slightly into Eric’s neck.

“Take a seat Grace,” she said.

Grace slowly sat down at the table watching Eric’s calm face. She took a deep breath.

“Sister Bernadette? That’s your name right?” Grace asked.

“Why, did you have to kill him, Grace why?” she cried out.

“Why, seriously, because he was manipulating people into performing sexual acts without their consent,”

Sister Bernadette’s hand shook more, her face was red and she couldn’t keep the tears from falling. Grace watched her become confused and conflicted.

The voice was still there telling her to punish them for taking Father Gabriel.

Grace looked at Eric, as she moved to grab Sister Bernadette, Eric grabbed the knife. Grace held her in a tight hug. Taking her over to the couch and sitting down with her.

“What was your name before?” Grace asked.

Sister Bernadette looked at her slightly confused.

“Marie,” she answered. Grace smiled at her.

“That’s a nice name, do you want to be Marie again?”

“Yes, please call me Marie,” she answered starting to cry harder, Grace held her as she cried and apologize.

Eric pulled out a bottle of Jack and poured three glasses. He handed one to Grace, and sat on the couch next to Marie. He rubbed her back, she turned towards him, he handed her the drink.

“Thanks,” she downed the drink.

“I am so sorry,” she said giving Eric a hug. Eric hugged her back.

Eric poured them another round. Eric and Grace talked to Marie, asking about her family and why she chose to join the church.

Grace kept telling her that it was over, that she could do whatever she wanted to. She could stay here with them for a while till she decided what she wanted. Eric offered that she could talk to a counselor if she wanted.

“It’s ok that I stay with you,” she asked Grace.

Grace kissed her on the forehead and smiled at her.

“Yes, it’s fine,”

Marie stayed with Grace and Eric, she saw a counselor twice a week and was reclaiming herself. Pushing Sister Bernadette further and further away, as she became a new Marie.

It was around September when Marie asked Grace, if she could join her and Eric in bed. Grace was slightly surprised by this request, but open to it, they had all gotten comfort with each other over the last three months.

Grace ran this request by Eric, and he agreed.

Good Night Grace

Eric was already in bed, when Marie entered the bedroom.

“Are you sure about this,” she asked.

“It will be fine,” Grace said as she placed her hands on her shoulders and led Marie over to the bed.

Grace kneeled down behind Marie and ran her hands up Marie’s legs, under her night shirt and pulled down her white cotton panties.

“You won’t be needing these,” she said and tossed them in the hamper next to the door. Marie’s cheeks turn red. Eric smiled at her, pulled back the sheet that was covering him and patted the bed.

Marie joined him on the bed. She sat next to him, he put his arm around her shoulders and kissed her on the cheek. Then he placed his hand on her thigh, and slowly rubbed his thumb back and forth.

“Comfortable?” Eric asked.

Marie nodded, she leaned closer to him, he gently kissed her lips. Then she parted her lips and he slid his tongue into her mouth, she eagerly sucked on his tongue, kissing him back.

Marie let out a moan as Eric rubbed her breasts, gently pinching her nipple. Grace undressed and laid next to Eric’s legs, she ran her hands over his crotch, rubbing against his cock. She slid her fingers into the waistband of his lounge pants and pulled them off in one fluid movement. Grace made herself comfortable between Eric’s legs and begin, stroking his cock.

Eric moaned and helped Marie off with her night shirt, he moved down and took her firm breast into his mouth, sucking on her nipple. While thumbing and squeezing the other breast. Maria watched as Grace worked Eric’s cock, sliding her hands up and down, and licking from the base to the tip of his shaft.

Marie felt herself becoming more aroused, watching Grace suck Eric’s now hard cock, as Eric’s hand had now found its way between Marie’s legs. He was rubbing her clit, and sliding his fingers in and out of her now wet pussy.

“Grace, please,” Marie asked.

Grace stopped and sat up, “Please what?”

“Please let me,” she said getting flustered.

Grace smiled at her, “Please let you what?”

“Please let me fuck Eric,” she spouted out all in one breath.

Grace couldn’t help but laugh, Eric started laughing and then Marie found herself giggling along with them.

Grace moved towards Marie and kissed her on the lips.

“Yes,”

They reposition themselves, Eric laid flat on his back in the middle of the bed, Marie straddles his hips and Grace helps by taking Eric’s cock and rubs it along Marie’s pussy. Then Marie slowly sinks down onto his cock, taking in the incredible sensations she is feeling. How he is pushing into her and she is stretching to accommodate his thick, hard cock. Marie moves her hips back and forth, grinding her clit along Eric’s cock.

Grace kisses Marie and then moves down to kiss Eric. Eric grabs the back of Grace’s neck and thrusts his tongue into her mouth kissing her deeply. He is enjoying how wet and tight Marie is.

Grace starts rubbing her pussy, while watching Marie fuck Eric, she fingers her clit sending shivers of excitement up and down her spine. Then she slides her fingers into her wet pussy making herself come. As Marie is now riding Eric’s cock, he grabs her hips and thrusts himself into her, Marie screams out.

Eric moves Marie off of him and turns her over onto her stomach, he pulls her hips up so that she is now on her hands and knees. He leans down and licks her dripping pussy. Grace moves in front of Marie and spreads her legs, Marie smiles at Grace and lowers herself down between Grace’s legs. Marie starts licking and tasting Grace, sliding her tongue into her pussy.

Eric watches while Marie eats out Grace, then he slides his cock back into Marie’s pussy, slamming himself hard into her. He grabs her hips, watching Grace and fucks her, till she screams. Eric thrusts hard into her and comes deep in Marie.

Marie collapses on the bed, Eric moves over to Grace and kisses her.

“Good?” Grace asks Eric.

“Good,” he answers.

~ ~ ~ ~

Marie gets ready as usual to attend her counselling sessions to help her understand that what Father Gabriel was doing was wrong. But today just like the last three weeks she gets on bus 45 west instead of bus 23 south. The first time she did this, she just considered it a mistake. But now it has become a habit, she takes bus 45 west to the city park, she gets off the bus and sits on a bench staring out into the park.

Marie thinks she knows what’s going on, she can’t quite hear the voice yet, but she knows it’s there, whispering to her.

But today as she takes her seat on the bench, she closes her eyes and it’s there, no longer whispering.

“You know what must be done,” it says to her.

She opens her eyes and gazes out into the park.

“They are using you,” the voice echoes in her head.

“They must be punished,” it says.

Marie nods her head in agreement, she stands up and walks silently back to the bus stop.

Marie let’s herself into Eric’s apartment.

“Is that you Grace?” he calls from the bedroom.

“No, it’s just me,” Marie answers.

“You’re home early, how’s it going?”

Marie picks up a kitchen knife and walks towards the bedroom. She silently enters the bedroom, Eric is standing in front of the dresser. Marie doesn’t hesitate she moves behind him and runs the knife along his throat. Eric gasps for air, grabbing at his severed neck and falls to the floor. Marie watches as the blood pools around his body.

“Now for her,” the voice commands.

Marie waits standing in the bedroom with Eric’s lifeless body on the floor. She hears Grace open the door to the apartment.

“Anyone home?” she asks.

“We’re back here,” Marie answers.

Grace puts down her things and walks back to the bedroom. She enters the room, sees Eric’s body and starts to head for the door. Marie slams the door shut, grabs Grace from behind and hold the knife to her throat.

“Do you see what you made me do?” Marie asks.

“Why?” Grace asks trying to hold back tears.

“Because you took him away from me,” she screeched.

“Who, Father Gabriel?” Grace asked.

“Yes, good night Grace,” Marie pulled the knife along Grace’s neck spraying blood across the bedroom. Grace’s body fell to the floor.

Marie went into the bathroom, she undressed and stepped into the shower. As she washed she listened to the voice.

“Good girl,” it said.

“Now we can go home,”

Marie packed her things and left the apartment. She went to the Greyhound station and boarded a bus to Iowa.

The End

October

dark

I was walking through the woods on a dark and windy night. There was no moon in sight.

The cracking branches and crinkling leaves beneath my feet, something rushes past.

“What was that,” A shiver runs through my body.

Fingers fall upon my shoulder, cold and bony. I try to run, I trip and stumble.

I hit the ground. My mouth full of dead, wet leaves.

It grabs me by the ankles. I am being drug along the forest floor.

“No,” I scream, but no sound emerges from my mouth.

I open my eyes, it’s dark, and cold. I can’t focus on anything.

A shadowy figure moves across from me. I try to move, I am restrained.

It strikes a match, to light a lantern.

I get a glimpse of its grayish, pasty skin and those long bony fingers.

It looks at me.