Loyalty

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“Are you sure about this?” Gabe asked lighting a cigarette taking a drag and handing it over to Troy.

“No,” Troy said taking the cigarette. He took a hit, coughed and handed it back to Gabe.

“Last chance to back out,”

Troy took a deep breath, opened his door. “OK, let’s go do this,”

They got out of Troy’s steel blue 95’ ford mustang and walked into The Royal Flesh.

The warm smokey air of the club hit Troy, he coughed as they entered.

“Ten each, and ID,” the large muscled guy at the door said. They each pulled out their ID’s and a ten spot. The bouncer nodded. They headed over to the bar and took a seat.

“What can I get you?” the bartender asked.

“We’ll take two shots of Jack, thanks,” Gabe answered.

The bartender poured two shots.

“Is Jade working?” Gabe asked, the bartender nodded towards the end of the bar, where a cute, petite, dark haired waitress was putting drinks onto a tray.

“Thanks,”

~ ~ ~ ~

“Jade?”

“Yeah,”

“Bryce said I should ask you about Mary,” Gabe said, as he pulled up his shirt sleeve revealing a Celtic tattoo on his forearm.

“Oh yeah, Bryce, what do you want with Mary?”

“We want to pay her for a night out with the two of us,” Gabe said nodding towards Troy who was sipping on a beer at the bar. Jade looked Gabe and Troy over, and gave him a smile.

“Ok but only because Bryce will vouch for you, it’s 1000 cash,”

“Fine,”

“I’ll go let her know what’s up,” Jade said and headed to the back, as she walked away Gabe noticed the tattoo of two intertwined roses on her lower back.

“Nice,” he muttered to himself as he joined Troy back at the bar.

~ ~ ~ ~

“Gabe?” a soft female voice asked. Gabe turned around coming face to face with a pretty, redhead her long hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Her toned body, and ample chest being showcased by her low cut black top and tight jeans.

“Yes, you must be Mary,” Gabe said extending his hand towards her. She took his hand and turned his arm over.

“And you must know Bryce,” She said running her fingers along his tattoo.

“Loyalty, right?” she asked.

“Yep, and this is Troy,”

“Nice to meet both of you, shall we go?”

“Sure,”

The three of them left The Royal Flesh, Gabe opened the car door for Mary.

“Nice car,”

“Thanks,” Troy said revving the engine and pulling out onto the highway.

~ ~ ~ ~  

Troy pulled into an apartment complex and parked under a carport.

“Wait a minute, this is Bryce’s place,” Mary said.

“Yep, we’re using it while Bryce is out of town,”

The three of them walked up to the apartment building, Troy unlocked the door and they headed upstairs to Bryce’s apartment.

“Deja vu,” Mary said as they entered the one bedroom apartment.

“Drinks?” Gabe asked.

“After,” Mary cleared her throat looking at Troy.

“Oh, of course,” Gabe said walking over to the desk, opening the top center drawer, pulling out an envelope and handing it to her. She thumbed through the stack of hundreds and put the envelope into her puse.

“I’ll take that drink now,” she said walking over to the couch, slipping her shoes off and taking a seat.

Gabe took a bottle of Peppermint Schnapps out of the freezer, dropped some ice into three glasses and poured. Troy sat in the easychair next to the couch, Gabe handed out the drinks and sat next to Mary. She took a sip and asked. “So how do you want to do this?”

Gabe downed his drink, set the glass down on the coffee table and leaned towards Mary.

“Like this,” he kissed her on the lips, while sliding his arms around her waist and pulling her to him. She kissed him back, straddling his lap. She pulled her top off, dropping it to the floor, and kissed Gabe deeply sliding her tongue into his mouth.

Troy stood up moving behind her and ran his hands over her shoulders and across her dark blue satin bra, lightly squeezing her breasts. She leaned back looking up at Troy, reached up and pulled him down to her, kissing him. Troy took off his shirt and dropped to his knees, kissing the back of her neck. Mary reached behind her, unfastening her bra, letting it drop to the floor.

Gabe ran his hands over her bare breasts, leaning into her and licking her nipple. Sliding his mouth over her hard nipple and sucking. Mary let out a moan running her fingers through Gabe’s hair and Troy kissed her.

“Shall we take this into the bedroom?” Mary asked. Gabe looked up at her, and smiled.

“Sure, another round first?”

“Sure,” she answered moving off of his lap and standing up. She unbuttoned, unzipped and slid off her jeans and panties. Gabe poured another round and they all downed their drinks.

“After you,” Troy said letting Mary walk down the halway first.

“You still good with this?” Gabe asked Troy, lighting a cigarette and taking a drag.

“Yeah, I think so,”

“No pressure, if you want out,”

“I am good,”        

*to be continued*    

         

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Shane -since everyone seems to be enjoying

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Deadly Ambition

Shane found his thirst for doing the unspeakable during his young adult life. His first was Heather. She was a adventurous active young woman with an open mind when it came to Shane. She let him tie her up even smack her around a little. Heather enjoyed the tingles of pleasure mixed with the stinging pain.

On this particular night Heather was laying on the bed naked with her hands tied behind her back. Shane flipped her over onto her back and straddled her hips, he leaned down over her and kissed her. He rubbed her breasts and caressed her neck.

Shane’s grip tightened around her slim neck, he could feel her heart racing under his hands. He spread her legs apart with his knees and slid his erect cock into her.

As her lips turned blue and her breath ceased Shane came deep in her. Watching her eyes glaze over and go dark.

~ ~ ~ ~

Shane was tall, and skinny with shaggy brown hair. He was a C average student in High School, who managed to graduate despite missing a far amount of school days. His parents Dave and Shelly Henderson were career driven individuals.

Dave Henderson owned a Ford dealership on the outskirts of town. He did ok for himself despite being over stressed. He kept a bottle of Jack in the bottom desk drawer, that came out many days before lunch, along with his two pack a day habit of Winston’s. Shelly was in real estate she loved showing houses and selling people on the American dream. They loved their son, and felt that he was doing fine.

After graduation Dave gave his son a choice, either go to college and live at home or move out and get a job. Shane choose to take a job in a warehouse loading trucks for Everyday Foods. It kept him busy, and gave him enough money to afford his studio apartment, located a few blocks from the warehouse, most days he skateboarded to work. He had an older white Chevy van that he used to move things for people, to make cash on the side.

Shane worked with a guy named Tommy, a stocky, short guy that had a short fuse when frustrated. Of which Shane had witnessed on more than one occasion, during his time working with him.

“My cousin is moving, on Saturday,” Tommy announced out of the blue during break on Thursday morning.

“Ok, why do I need to know this?” Shane asked.

“He wants to know if you want to make a few bucks, helping move with your van,”

“Sure, have him give me a call on Saturday,”

After helping Tommy’s cousin move, Shane went out to grab a bite to eat and relax. Since he was out of town, he drove out Route 18 for a bit. Till came upon a roadhouse called The Backdoor.

He parked his van in the dirt parking lot and headed inside, it was loud and crowded. Shane took a seat at the bar, ordered a bacon cheeseburger with fries and a beer. He ate drank and relaxed, not really paying attention to anything in particular.

“Can I buy you another,” a woman sitting next to him asked, pointing to the empty bottle.

Slightly surprised Shane said “Sure, why not,” he smiled at her.

“I’m Heather,” she put out her hand.

“Shane,” he shook her hand.

Heather was a tall, pretty brunette, with deep green eyes and an inviting smile. They talked casually about life after school and future plans.

“So do you live in Overland?” Heather asked.

“Nope, just passing through,” Shane answered, finishing off his beer.

“Are you up for some fun, or do you need to get back?” she asked.

“Depends on what you consider fun,”

“Follow me, and I’ll show you,” she smiled, paying and heading for the door. Shane followed.

Heather stopped Shane in front of his van slid her arms around him and kissed him.

Heather got into her car and started driving down route 18, back towards Overland.

She pulled into a motel next to an Everyday Foods store. Shane parked his van, got out and joined her in front of room 7.

Heather unlocked the door and entered the room, it was your typical shabby $40 a night room. One queen size bed, with rust colored bedspread complete with a mysterious stain. A night stand, with a brass lamp, a pair of chairs around a small table, a t.v. with an oversized mirror behind it attached to a chest of drawers.

“Quaint,” Shane said.

“It will do,” Heather said as she pulled the heavy gold curtains over the picture window.

She pulled the bedspread off and dropped it on the floor.

“At least the sheets are clean,” she smiled at Shane.

Heather stripped and laid out on the bed.

“Nice,” Shane commented as he shed his clothes and joined her.

Shane ran his hands along her body, taking her hard nipple into his mouth and sucking. She let out a moan. He moved down kissing his way to her pussy.

He spread her legs and started licking and sucking on her clit. She pushed  against him and ran her fingers through his hair as he thoroughly enjoyed her.

Shane moved up and kissed her as she rubbed his cock. She leaned over and took him into her mouth, sucking gently at first then letting him slide deeper.

He arched his back, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off of him. He flipped her over onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, so that she was on her hands and knees. He rubbed her ass, smack, the sound hung in the air. Heather’s​ mouth hung open but no sound emerged.

Shane pushed his cock deep into her ass.

“Fuck,” she yelled out and pushed back.

He thrusted into her, fucking her, faster and harder. Till he came deep in her.

Shane collapse on the bed, Heather moved towards him. She slid her tongue into his mouth and kissed him. He kissed her back.

~ ~ ~ ~

A few weeks later there was a knock at Shane’s door, it was​ Heather.



Naked Yoga

Richard walked into the living room.

“What are you doing?” he asked Jane.

“Naked Yoga,” she answered as she bent forward from the waist and placed her hands on the floor.

Richard stood and watched, as Jane–with her petite frame, lean legs, and nice chest–bent, stretched, and twisted around on her yoga mat.

He made his way into the kitchen, took out the milk container, which was almost empty, and added a squeeze of chocolate syrup. He put the cap on and shook the milk jug.

Jane glared at him, from the living room.

“Put milk on the list,” she said. Richard turned took the pen off the counter and wrote ‘milk’ on the list that was hanging on the fridge.

He then drank the now chocolate milk from the jug, while watching Jane showcase her yoga skills.

Richard and Jane had been living together for about three months. Ever since Richard escorted Jane home from her mother’s funeral.

As Richard watched Jane he thought about just going over to her and having his way with her. He could feel his cock getting hard at the thought. He finished off the milk and wandered back into the living room.

She was sitting with her legs crossed and her eyes closed. He sat down on the floor in front of her. He moved in, and kissed her neck. She didn’t move, so he rubbed his hand along her exposed breast.

She opened her eyes, and gave him a grin. He proceeded to pinch her nipple, making it hard, then leaned in just enough to take her erect nipple into his mouth and suck on it. She let out a moan.

Richard gently pushed her over, onto her back. He continued to rub her breasts as he kissed his way down her stomach, and spread her legs. His lips brushed the inside of her thigh, slowly moving his thumb over her pussy, rubbing her clit.

He sucked softly on her clit, making her wet. She reached down and pushed him further into her.

He slid his tongue deeper, tasting her. He slid his fingers into her, thrusting them in and out.

She moaned, ran her hand down to her pussy, and rubbed her clit. Richard’s cock was so hard it throbbed against his jeans.

He moved back from her, took off his shirt and lay on the floor next to her. Jane sat up. She unbuttoned, unzipped, and removed Richard’s jeans, along with his boxers.

She stroked his cock, running her hand up and down his hard shaft. She leaned over, sliding it into her mouth, lightly sucking. he let out a moan, and grabbed her by her hair.

She sucked harder, letting his cock slide deeper into her mouth, then sliding it almost all the way out of her as she licked the tip, tasting him.

She straddled his hips and rubbed his cock against her pussy, letting him slid in just a little then pulled him out.

“Fuck, quit teasing, Jane,” he said. She smiled at him, leaned in, and kissed him.

She sat upright, letting her pussy sink down onto his cock. Jane leaned back. Richard grabbed her breasts, and squeezed. She let out a moan.

She moved her hips back and forth, faster and harder, until she came. He grabbed her hips, arched his back, and came deep in her. She got up, kissed him, and headed to the shower.

~ ~ ~ ~

“So, I have a friend that would like to join us,” Jane said while they were eating dinner.

Richard looked at her, swallowed the bite of chicken he had just taken, and cleared his throat.

“I am game,”

“Is tonight ok?”

“It’s fine,” Richard said, smiling at her.

It was a quarter past eight when there was a knock on the door. Jane answered it.

“Come in! Good to see you.” Jane led the pretty, blue eyed, long-legged blonde into the living room.

“Richard, this is Beth. Beth, this is Richard,” Jane said. Beth shook Richard’s hand, and smiled.

Jane pulled out a bottle of whiskey and poured three glasses.

Jane sat next to Beth on the couch, Beth’s erect nipples showed through her white tee-shirt. Jane put her hand on Beth’s bare leg and rubbed her thigh.

Beth looked over at Richard sitting in the easy chair and leaned in to kiss Jane. As she slid her tongue into Jane’s awaiting mouth, she could hear Richard let out a moan. Beth caressed Jane’s breast through her shirt as she continued to suck on her tongue.

Richard watched as Jane and Beth kissed and groped each other, he finished off his drink, stood up and walked over to the couch. He stood in front of Beth, he grabbed her by the ponytail and pulled her head back he leaned over and kissed her deeply. He let go of her and undressed.

Beth stroked his cock, taking it into her mouth and sucking eagerly. Jane stood up removing her shirt, bra, jeans and panties. She kissed Richard, running her hands along his shoulders and neck, kissing his bare chest.

Richard kissed Jane deeply grabbing the back of her neck and sucking on her tongue, while Beth was taking his cock deeper into her mouth.

Beth leaned back on the couch, Richard dropped to his knees in front of her, he ran his hands up her thighs, under her skirt and pulled off her white lace panties.

Jane helped Beth remove her shirt and bra tossing them to the floor. Jane leaned in and took Beth’s erect nipple into her mouth and sucked.

Richard moved in-between Beth’s legs and slipped his tongue into her pussy. Beth pushed back and moaned enjoying Richard’s tongue licking and sucking at her clit, along with Jane’s sucking and nibbling on her nipple. Beth couldn’t help herself and started to come as Richard ate her out.

Richard enjoyed tasting Beth he moved back from her and Jane leaned into Richard, licking Beth’s cum off his mouth.

Jane got up and poured another round of drinks.

“I think it’s time to move this party into the bedroom,” she said.

Jane took Beth by the hand and lead her down the hall. Richard finished off his drink and followed them.

Jane turned on the lamp, pulled off the bedspread and dropped it on the floor.

“That’s better,” she said. Beth laid down in the center of the king-sized bed.

Jane lowered herself in-between Beth’s legs, and licked Beth’s wet pussy. Richard watched from the doorway, stroking his hard throbbing cock. He moved in behind Jane and pulled her up on to her knees. He rubbed his cock along her pussy and then slapped her on the ass.
“Fuck!” Jane yelled.

Jane went back to eating Beth out, Richard slid his cock into Jane’s ass. Jane moaned and Richard moved deeper into her. Beth rubbed her clit as Jane’s tongue slid deep into her pussy.

Beth moaned and arched her back and came as she watched Richard slide in and out of Jane’s ass. Richard thrust faster and harder, while staring at Beth’s blue eyes, his body shuddered as he came. Jane pushed back against him, then collapsed on the bed.

Beth got up, went down the hall and into the bathroom. Richard sat on the bed next to the nightstand and lit a cigarette. Jane smiled at him, he handed her the cigarette she took a drag, and handed it back. Richard finished his cigarette, picked up the bedspread from the floor and laid it over Jane.

He went down the hall and into the bathroom. Beth was enjoying the hot water when Richard joined her in the shower.

He slid his arms around her and kissed the back of her neck. Beth turned and faced him, she kissed him deeply.

“Is she asleep?” she asked.

“Yep,” he answered.

Beth had been dancing at The Royal Flesh for almost a year before she meet Richard. They was an instant attraction between them.

It was a casual affair that had gone on for almost a year, then Richard was asked to escort Jane home from her mother’s funeral. Jane was fun Richard enjoyed her, but he loved Beth, and Jane had no interest in moving on.

Jane awoke to the aroma of coffee and bacon, she got up showered and dressed.

“Smells good,” she said as she joined Richard and Beth for breakfast.

“So where did you two meet?” Richard asked as he handed her a plate Jane smiled.

“Yoga class,” Jane answered smiling at Beth.

They ate and made conversation.

“Do you mind if I hang out with you today?” Beth asked, she looked at Jane, Jane looked at Richard.

“Fine with me,” he answered and took another bite of his eggs.

After breakfast Richard went out to run errands, Jane and Beth curled up on the couch together to watch a movie. When Richard returned they were both asleep.

When Jane woke from her nap she found that there was pizza, beer, whiskey and wine all laid out on the table.

“We having a party?” she asked looking at Richard.

“Sorta, I invited a friend over,” Beth said she handed Jane a drink.

“It will be fun, you’ll see,” Beth kissed Jane, slipping a pill into Jane’s mouth.

“Swallow,” Beth said Jane swallowed.

At half past six there was a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it,” Beth said she answered the door, a tall, skinny guy with shaggy brown hair and dark eyes came in.

“Jane, Richard this is Shane,” Beth said, Richard handed him a beer.

They ate, talked and drank. Beth and Jane finished off the bottle of wine. Richard poured four glasses of whiskey and handed them out.

“Cheers, now for the fun,” Richard toasted and downed his drink.

Richard took Jane’s hand and headed down the hall to the bedroom. Beth got up from the table, grabbed Shane’s hand and followed.

Richard stood in front of Jane and kissed her deeply, he took off her shirt and pulled off her pants. Shane stood behind her and kissed her neck.

Beth watched as they kissed and groped Jane’s body. Shane undid her bra and Richard took off her panties.

Richard undressed and laid on the bed, Jane moved on top of him, rubbing his cock along her pussy. Richard grabbed her hips and slid his cock into her.

Beth approached Shane kissing him and taking off his shirt. He unbuttoned his jeans, Beth pulled them off. He took off his boxers and Beth dropped to her knees taking his cock into her mouth and sucking.

Shane pulled Beth’s hair till she let go of his cock. She gave him a look, he moved past her and stood behind Jane. He pushed her forward and rubbed his cock along her ass.

Shane pushed into Jane’s ass.

“Fuck,” Jane screamed, Richard reached up grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her down to him.

“Just enjoy it,” he whispered to her, he kissed her and pushed harder into her.

Shane pushed deeper into her, making himself come in her ass as Richard thrust faster into her making her come with him.

Shane picked up his jeans, found his cigarettes and headed to the kitchen to get a drink.

Richard moved Jane, who was now passed out, off of him and sat up. Beth stood next to the nightstand picked up a cigarette, lit it, and handed it to Richard.

“Thanks,” he smiled at her.

Beth and Richard showered, dressed and got ready to leave Jane’s apartment.

Shane retrieved his black duffel bag from his van. Richard handed him an envelope, as they were leaving.

Shane sat in the easy chair smoking a cigarette and finishing off the bottle of whiskey, before attending to Jane.

Shane took his bag with him into the bedroom, he dropped it by the door, stripped and sat on the bed next to Jane.

She was laying across the bed on her stomach, he slowly ran his hands up the back of her legs and squeezed her ass. Jane moaned softly.

Shane moved his hands up her back, massaging her shoulders. She moved and turned over, he leaned down and slid his tongue into her mouth, kissed her deeply, while moving on top of her.

Shane looked into Jane’s green eyes, brushing her hair off her face. He moved her arms above her head and held her wrists with one hand. He caressed her breast with his other hand, and kissed her again.

He slid his cock into her and started thrusting, he let go of her wrists putting his hands around her neck. Shane started to squeeze.

Jane’s breath quickened as she clawed at his hands, he squeezed harder and fucked faster. He felt the pop from her neck under his hands, her arms went limp, her breath faded, he came in her as her eyes filled with tears, and everything went silent.

Shane wrapped her in the bedspread, cleaned up the apartment, put her in the back of his van and drove away.

 

Tommy’s Fuck Up

“Fuck!” Tommy yelled as the stack of boxes he was moving toppled over.

“You ok?” Shane asked helping Tommy stack the boxes back onto the pallet.

“Yeah, just distracted,”

“Anything you want to talk about?” Shane asked putting up the last box.

“Not really, but maybe later, do you want to go for a beer?”

“Sure, how about Lou’s after work?”

~ ~ ~ ~

“Ok, what’s up?” Shane asked as he set two beers down, and took a seat.

Tommy took a sip of his beer.

“Well it’s like this, I picked up this redhead the other night. It was all cool in the beginning but then she just,” He took another drink.

“She what?” Shane asked, now slightly curious.

“She turned into a fucking psycho,”

 

Shane sat back and drank his beer.

“Do you want to elaborate on that?”

Tommy grinned and finished off his beer.

“Only if you want to get me another one,” He slid the empty mug towards Shane.

Shane returned with two more beers and two shots of Jameson. They downed the shots.

“Ok, so elaborate,”

“Fine,” Tommy cleared his throat.

“She was cool in the beginning. Gave great head, was good in the sack. But then she did a thing,” Tommy took a drink of his beer.

Shane gave him a sideways look. “A thing?”

Tommy leaned over the table and spoke just above a whisper. “She was sucking my dick and she tried to put her finger up there,”

Shane heald in a laugh.

“I jumped up and told her that’s an exit not an entrance,”

Shane broke out in a screaming laugh.

“I’m sorry, dude that’s just too funny,”

“Fuck you, she laughed too,” Tommy sat back and finished his beer.

“So what’s the problem?”

“I may have lost my temper…and done something that I need your help with,”

Shane finished off his beer.

“Where is she?”

~ ~ ~ ~

Samantha entered The Royal Flesh her friend Sweetie Pie was dancing tonight and she wanted to be there to cheer her on. Samantha took a seat towards the back of the club in one of the booths.

“Do you mind if I join you, it’s crowded tonight,” Samantha looked up to find a stocky, short guy asking her if he could take a seat. She smiled and he sat across from her.

 

“Thanks doll, I’m Tommy,” he extended his hand, she shook it.

“Samantha,”

They watch the dancers on the center stage, ordered a few drinks and made small talk. She found him strange but charming. Sweetie Pie took the stage, Samantha clapped for her.

“Why are you clapping she hasn’t done anything,”

“Because she’s my friend, and it’s very brave of her to be up there,”

Tommy shrugged and watch Sweetie Pie, struggle trying to move her hips in a seductive manner.

“Someone should put her out of her misery,” he said finishing off his drink.

Samantha scowled and finished her drink. She was going to get up when she saw Sweetie Pie going towards the back with a tall guy that was in need of a haircut.

“Weird,”

“What?” Tommy asked.

“She left with someone, damnit she was my ride home,”

“I can give you a lift,”

~ ~ ~ ~

Shane and Tommy entered Samantha’s apartment.

“She’s in the bedroom,” Tommy said pointing down the hallway.

Shane opened the bedroom door, a cat ran past him. He flipped on the overhead light.

“Fuck dude,”

The room was a mess, blood splattered across the dresser, her things scattered on the floor and Samantha naked, with her wrists and ankles tied together laying on the bed. Shane kneeled on the bed and touched her neck. He closed his eyes and pushed harder up under her jawline. It was faint but it was there.

“Tommy you need to come and explain this,”

Tommy came to the bedroom doorway.

“Well, she was laughing at me so I struck her across the face, then she lunged at me and I pushed her back, that’s when she hit her head on the corner of the dresser,”

“Jesus Christ Tommy,”

“Is…is she dead?”

“Not yet, I need a drink,” Shane went to the kitchen, Tommy followed.

Shane found a bottle of Jack and lit a cigarette. He took a drink from the bottle and handed it to Tommy.

“There’s too much to try and clean up, we can make it look like a robbery gone bad,” Shane suggested.

“I can’t stay for this, if I give you five will you take care of it?” Tommy asked.

Shane looked at him “Five large for cleaning up your fuck up?” Shane took another drink.

“Fine, leave,”

Tommy put Samantha’s keys on the counter and left.

Shane lit another cigarette, flipped the deadbolt on the door, and took the bottle of Jack with him to the bedroom.

~ ~ ~ ~

He stood at the foot of the bed.

“Oh Samantha, let’s make you a little more comfortable shall we,” He untied her ankles, spread her legs apart and tied each foot to a corner of the footboard. He then untied her wrists and raised her arms over her head and tied them to the headboard. He ran his finger along her bare side, feeling her soft skin. He caressed her breast and pinched her nipple between his finger and thumb. She moaned.

“Good,” He bent down and bit her nipple. She screamed.

“Nice to see your still with us Samantha,”

“What the fuck,” she squirmed realizing that she was restrained.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Your angel of death, but first you should know why, do you want to know why?”

“Fuck you!”

Shane finished off the bottle of Jack and crawled up on the bed. He straddled her hips and leaned into her ear.

“You’re a little scrawny for my taste but a fuck is a fuck,” he unzipped his jeans and stroked his cock.

“Fuck you!” she screamed. Shane grabbed her by the throat and squeezed, she squirmed beneath him. He slid his cock into her and tightened his grip around her neck. He pushed deeper into her, fucking her as she thrashed around under him. He watched her eyes glaze over as he came in her.

 

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 northside 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.

 

Mr. Jones

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Brian Nelson lit his third cigarette, sitting in his station wagon parked across the street from the WestSide Motel. He read the sign advertising ‘clean rooms and free HBO’ All they need now is hourly rates available.

He laughed to himself as he took a long drag, he flipped open the box of Valentine’s Day candy he had bought for his wife, he took one of the chocolates and tossed it into his mouth. Mmmm…orange cream.

The door to room 14 opened and two people emerged into the chilly night. His wife Jennifer, and her boss Robert they kissed goodbye and got into separate cars.

Brian followed her home, thinking about their marriage, the time spent together building a future. All for her to just throw it away. He wanted to confront her, he wanted to kill her.

He sat in the driveway of their nice two story home. Letting the anger wash over him. Running what he wanted to say to her, what he wanted to do to her. He ate another piece of chocolate, mmmm…dark chocolate.    

 

Valentine’s Day A Year Later

“Secret admirer?” Officer Roberts asked handing Detective James Andrews a red heart shaped box, wrapped with a white ribbon.

“Not likely,” James said taking the box, setting it down on the desk in front of him.

James pulled the white ribbon that made a bow around the box. He slid the top of the box up, lifting it off.

“What the…” James pushed back from his desk standing up.

“Get a crime scene kit up here,” He ordered.

James slid a pair of gloves on and picked up the lid, turning it over in his hand. There was a white envelope fixed to the inside of the lid. He gently pulled it off and opened it.

Detective Andrews,

Now that I have your undivided attention, I have a mystery for you to solve. This is Cherry, or at least this is Cherry’s heart.

‘You don’t have to put on the red light

Those days are over

You don’t have to sell your body to the night’

You can call me Mr. Jones

“Fuck,” James said to the room.

~ ~ ~ ~

A station wagon with faux wood paneling, came to a crawl beside Cherry as she strolled down High Street.

“Do you want to party?” she asked leaning into the passenger window.

“Yes,” the driver answered leaning over to open the door for her.

“What’s your name sweetie?”

“You can call me Cherry,”

“Ok, you can call me Mr. Jones,” the driver said heading down High Street and turning onto the highway.

~ ~ ~ ~   

St. Patrick’s Day

“Detective Andrews,” James answered the phone.

“Sir, there’s a delivery out front for you,”

“Ok, give me a minute,”

James walked up front and signed for the package, not giving it much thought and took it back to his desk. Picking up a pair of scissors and opening the small brown box, he opened the top flap, the odor hit him, that distinct aroma of decomp. Stopped him in his tracks.

“Fuck, can I get a crime scene kit?”

“Another one, Sir?” Officer Roberts asked.

“Looks like it,” James handed him a copy of the note that was with the package.

Detective Andrews,

This one, this one was pure joy, I’ll give you a ‘hand’ in her identity.

‘Polly wants a cracker

Maybe she would like some food

She asks me to untie her

A chase would be nice for a few’

Mr. Jones

 

“Well that’s all sorts of fucked up, Sir,”

“Yes it is, hopefully they can pull some prints,”

~ ~ ~ ~

“Sir, the prints are back from the second package,” Officer Robert’s said handing James the file.

“About time,”

He thumbed through the report. Partial print from left index finger, identified as Stacy Dean age 22, 5’ 6” brunette, green eyes, reported missing March 18 th.

It was raining pretty steadily by the time Stacy clocked out of work at the Everyday Food’s Grocery Store. She tucked her bag under her arm, wrapped her jacket tightly around herself, and headed towards the bus stop at the other end of the parking lot.

“Hey, would you like a ride?” a male voice asked from a station wagon.

Stacy eyed the driver, he was older, kinda looked like one of her teachers from the community college. She was cold, wet and it was getting late.

“Sure, if you don’t mind,” she said getting into the station wagon.     

~ ~ ~ ~

Easter

“Sir, there’s another package for you,” Officer Roberts said.

“Take it downstairs, I’ll be there in a few,” James said.

James put on a pair of gloves and carefully opened the egg shaped gift box. He pulled the lid off, expecting the worst. Instead there was some easter grass, with jelly beans, chocolate bunnies and marshmallow peeps in the shape of little chicks.

“What the fuck,” Jame said as he pulled the envelope from inside the top of the box.

Detective Andrews,

I am very disappointed in your efforts to find me. So I am making this one easy for you, no pieces this time just a picture and address.

‘Hate me

Do it and do it again

Waste me

Rape me, my friend’

You have twenty four hours till Brenda here has a night she will never recover from.

Mr. Jones

 

James looked at the enclosed polaroid with an address printed on the bottom.

~ ~ ~ ~

Detective James Andrews knocked on the door of room 14 at the WestSide Motel.

“It’s open Detective,” a male voice said from inside.

James carefully opened the door.

“Mr. Jones?” James said as he took a step into room 14.

“That’s far enough Detective,”

Mr. Jones was sitting in a chair positioned a few feet from the door, he was holding a shotgun pointed towards James.

“Where’s Brenda?” James asked.

Mr. Jones tilted his head towards the bed.

“I lack self control, I couldn’t wait, knowing that she would be my last,”

James glanced over towards the bed, all he could see was the side of Brenda’s head peeking out from under the comforter.

Mr. Jones took the shotgun, placed the barrel under his chin and pulled the trigger.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

~ ~ ~ ~

Mother’s Day

“Mail call,” Officer Robert’s said handing James a large manila envelope.

“Thanks,”

James opened the envelope and slid out its contents.

“Ok then,” he said starting with the letter on top.

 

Detective Andrews,

I feel compelled to tell you my story. Enclosed you will find my journal, and a flash drive.

 

‘A time to be born, a time to die

A time to plant, a time to reap

A time to kill, a time to heal

A time to laugh, a time to weep’
Goodbye, Mr. Jones     

Sweetie Pie

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*Note: since things have the ability to disappear for no reason, I’m reposting this one, for reference it comes after Deadly Ambition before Tommy’s Fuck up*

Enjoy again, -Megan

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 bigwigs 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 brunette 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 commented 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 approached 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 handed 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.

Walter

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Stephanie sat on the corner of her bed in her white cotton nightgown, the one with the little blue roses embroidered along the neckline, brushing out her long red hair. She had been growing it out for two years now and she was proud of how long it had gotten. She stood in front of the full length mirror that hung on her closet door admiring that it was now past the small of her back. She pulled it back into a loose braid, and crawled into bed.

She pulled the covers up to her chin and snuggled down, the excitement of starting High School in the morning was keeping her from falling asleep. She had picked out an outfit for the first day, a blue plaid skirt that came to the top of her knees, and a light blue button down blouse, topped off with a pair of mary janes. The pale moonlight streaming through her window illuminated the room in an eerie shade of gray, she glanced around the room, checking off in her head all the things she needed to remember for school. Backpack, notebooks, schedule, lunch… She double checked her alarm clock making sure it was set for 6 am on the dot. Stephanie dozed off.

It was still dark when she woke and looked at the clock 2:45 am the red illuminated number read. She thought she had heard something, something moving around in her room. She glanced around and decided that she had dreamed it and went back to sleep.

She awoke to her alarm blaring, “I know that I can’t take no more, Ain’t no lie, I want to see you out that door, Baby bye bye bye”

“Oh god,” she mumbled and slammed down the snooze button. She sat up, rubbing her eyes and stretching. As she was getting dressed she notice that the closet door was slightly open. Not thinking anything of it she closed it on her way down to breakfast.

“Morning dear,” her mother said as she entered the kitchen.

“Cereal or yogurt?”

“Yogurt’s fine,” she answered taking a seat in the breakfast nook.

Stephanie ate her breakfast and gathered her things for school.

“So are you ready for your big day?” her dad asked as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

“I guess so,”

“You’ll do fine,” he said as he gave her a quick kiss on the forehead.

~ ~ ~ ~

“How was your day?” Stephanie’s mom asked as she entered the kitchen.

“Fine,” Stephanie answered as she pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge and headed up to her room.

“Hopefully High School will expand your vocabulary,” she commented as Stephanie disappeared up the stairs.

She tossed her backpack on her desk and flopped down on the bed.

 

“Bad day, Steph?” a soft spoken voice asked.

“What the?” She bolted upright and starred in the direction of the unfamiliar voice.

The closet door was slightly open and there was a pair of yellow eyes peering at her.

“Who are you?”

The closet door opened a little bit more and a tall figure resembling a man, with matted down shaggy hair, and long bony fingers moved further into Stephanie’s room.

“I am Walter,” the soft voice answered.

“What are you?”

“Well, where I come from I am called a Runic,” Walter answered.

“Where do you come from?”

“I am from a place called Aunio, I can show you it, if you would like?”

“Come further in so I can see you,”

“Only if you close the shades, the sun hurts my eyes,”

Stephanie got up, closed the shades and turned on the bedside lamp.

“Better?”

“Yes, much thank you,” Walter answered as he pushed the closet door open and stepped into her bedroom.

Stephanie looked Walter over, he was dressed in light brown pants and a white top that looked like pajamas. He stood upright on two long legs, he had bare feet with long toes. His arms were long and hung at his sides. His face was older looking slightly wrinkled but kind, a slight smile spread across his mouth as she met his yellow eyes.

“Is it a safe place, this Aunio?”

“Yes, are you ready to see it?”

“You know what Walter, yes, do I need to bring anything?”

“You may want to change into something more comfortable,”

Stephanie looked around and picked up her white cotton nightgown.

“Will this do?” she asked holding up the nightgown.

“That will do, you won’t need any shoes,” he said pointing to her mary janes.

“You wait in the closet and I will get ready,”

“Ready,” Stephanie said opening the closet door.

Walter waved his hand and a darkness appeared within the closet.

“Through there?”

“Yep,”

Stephanie took a deep breath and walked into the darkness. She felt a strange pull on her as she moved through the opening. As she emerged into the other side, she became aware of a cool smoothness beneath her bare feet. It was cool at first then became a plush softness, like the dark blue throw with silver snowflakes on it that her mom would put out on the sofa during winter break. She curled her toes, enjoying the softness.

A soft yellow light, illuminated Stephanie like a street lamp. She looked up but couldn’t find the source of the light. As her eyes adjusted she could see a rich dark purple sky scattered with glints of silver. It reminded her of an art project they did in school last year with metallic paint and glitter.

She looked at Walter.

“Aunio?”

“Yes, Aunio,”

Stephanie looked at Walter in the dim light, his face appear rounder, his ears had become pointed, with the tips peeking out from his shaggy hair. Stephanie reached up and touched one of the tips, his ear twitched from her touch. She looked at his eyes, they appeared larger and brighter than before.

“Shall we?” Walter asked.

“I think we shall,”

They walked into Aunio, there were other Runic’s walking around, taller ones, shorter ones, younger looking ones and older ones. All were barefoot and all were wearing pajamas, of various colors.

In the distance tall structures that looked like pyramids stood, while smaller rectangular structures stood in front of them as they walked through Aunio. Stephanie touched one of the structures as they passed it felt dry and rough, like sandpaper.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“I want to show you our history,” Walter answered.

They continued walking on the plush ground, passing by the other Runic’s.

“Here it is,”

Walter stopped in front of a pyramid looking structure. A large stone door opened as Walter touched the side of the pyramid. They entered into an open space with pictures carved into the walls.

“Hieroglyphics?”

“Similar to, but it’s our own language,”

“I will read it for you,”

Stephanie watched as Walter pointed with his long fingers, at each grouping of symbols and pictures, explaining what they meant. Walter touched a picture that looked like a large cat with a round symbol over it’s head.

“This is Keren our Regina, our Queen, we are all born from her,” he explained.

“We have always been here in Aunio, at least until we found the way,”

“The way?” Stephanie asked.

“A doorway that lets us travel into your world,”

Walter continued showing her their history, how they evolved over thousands of years, becoming more human like than cat. How they built the pyramids and established a community, where they all live and work together.

~ ~ ~ ~

“So did the Runic build the pyramids on Earth?” Stephanie asked as she sipped what seemed to be a milkshake of some sort.

“Only if you choose to believe it,”

“Are you ready to go back?” Walter asked as they wandered through Aunio.

“I think so, but why did you choose me?”

Walter looked at her with his large yellow eyes.

“Why not you?”

“Valid point, will I see you again?”

“Perhaps,”

Stephanie found herself laying on her bed, she looked over at the clock on the nightstand. Only ten minutes had passed since she had come home from school.       

 

 

Zeb

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“Hey, sleeping beauty, do you need a kiss?” the voice said.

Jane opened her eyes, remembering where she was.

“Nope, I am good,” she answered, fully aware that she had fallen asleep during the bus ride to school. She looked over at the guy that had posed the question. Zeb a senior this year, that still rode the school bus, he was cute, in a rebel without a cause sort of way. With his ripped jeans, t-shirts with obscure bands on them, and the ‘I don’t care about style’ hair that hung in his eyes half the time.

Jane made her way upstairs to her locker, it was her junior year of High School, and school had been a whole lot of ‘blah’ so far this year. As she opened her locker, she heard Brandi yapping away as she came down the hallway.

You know the type, that introduce themselves as Brandi with an ‘i’, sign their name with a little heart over the ‘i’, and always smell like bubblegum. Brandi and Zeb were a thing, Zeb’s locker was a few down from Jane’s in the math wing of the school. As Zeb opened his locker, Brandi pulled out her lip gloss running the wand over her lips, and then continued talking.

Jane pulled her textbooks for morning classes, Brandi stopped talking abruptly. Jane looked over, Brandi’s back was to her and Zeb was kissing her. Zeb shot Jane a look. Brandi broke off the kiss and headed down the hall. Jane closed her locker and headed towards class.

“Sometimes it’s the only way to get her to stop talking,” He said as Jane passed him.

“Does she taste like bubblegum?” Jane asked.

Zeb laughed. “Yeah, sort of,”

~ ~ ~ ~

Over winter break Jane’s parents separated, her mom moved into town, renting the upstairs of a house. It had two bedrooms, and shared the garage with the owner that lived downstairs. Jane also had taken a job to help out with the rent, since she was spending the majority of her time at her mom’s place.

Jane was walking home one day after work when it started to rain. Large heavy raindrops accompanied by a chilling wind, kind of rainstorm that comes out of nowhere. She continued to walk against the downpour, when a pick up truck pulled up beside her.

“Get in,” Zeb said reaching across to open the passenger door.

“Thanks,” She said as she got into the warm dry truck.

“You going to your mom’s?”

“Yeah, it’s off of…”

“I know,” he cut her off, giving her a smile.

“It’s a small town,”

“That it is,” Jane said sitting back.

Zeb parked in front of the garage, turned off the truck and faced Jane.

“I am sorry about your parents,”

“Thanks, it’s been…you know what I don’t even know,”

Zeb put his hand over hers, giving it a light squeeze. He reached over and touched the side of her face, her skin was cold from the rain. He leaned in, kissing her lightly on the lips. She moved back looking into his dark eyes.

“I should go, thanks for the ride,”

“Anytime,”

~ ~ ~ ~

A few days later Jane was walking to work, as she passed the house at the end of the block, Zeb parked in the driveway. She keep walking but looked back as Brandi came bouncing out of the house talking away and got into the truck.

The school year had ended leaving Jane to work more hours. As Jane was leaving work a voice asked her a question.

“Would you like to go for a drive?”

Jane turned to face the voice, giving Zeb a smile.

“Sure,”

They drove out towards the river and found a secluded place to park among the trees.

“So Brandi lives down the street from me,”

Zeb laughed. “So I noticed, how are things?”

Jane took a deep breath, exhaling slowly and looking out the window.

“Things are exhausting,” she said looking at him.

He put his hand on her shoulder, pulling her towards him. She let in and leaned against his chest, he ran his hand down her back. Jane closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his hand rubbing her back. She moved up and kissed him. Parting her lips and letting him slide his tongue into her mouth. He let out a moan and she kissed him longer, letting her lips linger upon his.

She put her head back on his chest, running her hand down his arm and lacing her fingers into his.

“Are you busy later?” she asked.

“Depends on when later is,”

“After 9 pm, my mom’s staying out at her friends house tonight,”

He ran his fingers through her hair, and kissed the top of her head.

“I think I can pencil you in at nine,” he said.

She sat up and moved back from him. He leaned forward and kissed her.

At 9:15 pm Jane answered the door wearing a faded grey t-shirt and a pair of navy blue sweatpants.

“Nice outfit,” Zeb said.

“Thanks,”

As they walked through the kitchen he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into him. He hugged her giving her a kiss.

“No bra, nice,” he said kissing her again.

“And no panties,” she said taking his hand and leading him into the bedroom.   

*to be continued*