Valentine’s Day Treat- Mr. Jones & Room 14

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Mr. Jones

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  

 

Room 14

Jennifer Nelson and her boss Robert Hayse stood outside of room 14 at the WestSide Motel on Valentine’s Day. Robert unlocked the door and the two of them entered the motel room. Jennifer put down her purse and took off her jacket. Robert stood in front of her, he put his hand on the back of her neck and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back, sliding her tongue into his mouth, he let out a moan. He broke off the kiss and held her to him.

“God I want you,” he breathed into her ear. She kissed his neck, slightly nibbling on him.

“I want you too,” she said holding him tightly.

They quickly undressed, Robert sat naked on the edge of the bed. Jennifer kneeled down in front of him, taking his cock in her hand and stroking it. She then slid the tip in between her lips and licked. Robert let out a moan and ran his fingers through her hair.

She slowly took his hard cock into her mouth, letting it slide deep into her throat. As she ran her hand over his balls and gently squeezed.

“Fuck,” escaped his lips, as she moved her head up and down along his shaft.

Jennifer sucked till she could taste his pre-cum dripping on her tonuge. She moved back from him and rubbed his cock in between her bare breasts. Allowing the tip to slip into her open mouth.

“God dammit, Jen, you’re driving me crazy,” Robert gasped in between thrusts.

“Good,” she said standing up in front of him.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her to him. He slid his tongue into her pussy, licking and sucking on her clit. She moved away from him and crawled onto the bed, positioning herself in the middle of the bed on her hands and knees.

Robert moved behind her, running his hand along her ass and sliding two fingers into her pussy. She let out a moan as he worked his finger inside her, making her wet. He moved his finger up to her clit and rubbed till she started to shudder from the sensation.

“Fuck me, please, fuck me,” she begged.

Robert slid his hard cock into her dripping pussy, moving in and out, teasing her till she screamed.

“Please, please fuck me,”

He thrusted deep into her, making her pussy tighten around his shaft, he pulled back from her and thrusted again, this time fucking her hard and fast. He grabbed her hips pushing as deep as he could into her, feeling her cum on his cock.

“Fuck, Jen,” he said as he came deep in her.

Robert collapsed onto the bed next to her, pulling her to him and kissing her. Jennifer moved down put her head against his chest and closed her eyes. Both of them laying there in room 14, breathing, letting what had occured sink in.           

 

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