Heaven to Hell (A Naughty Box Production Book 1)

by Rue Volley

  “They won’t be able to help until the morning. There is a motel up the road. I can take you there, if you want.”

  She nodded and took my hand. It was soft to the touch, as if she had never worked a day in her life. She stepped down and slid in front of me. Her chest touching my own. She slowly took a breath, her breasts rising and falling against me. She smelled so good, good enough to eat. I could not place it and I wasn’t sure I wanted to. What I needed was a stiff drink and some porn. I know, sad.

  Ladies First

  I pulled into the motel, the signs letter M blown out. It simply read OTEL and I found it funny. Otel me what? Tell me how fucked up I am? How I followed a woman who I thought loved me to this small town? How I linger here like some love struck puppy, hopeful when hope is a fucking joke to begin with? I turned to Evelyn as she leaned sideways in her seat and read the sign.

  “Otel me what?” she said. She laughed and so did I. Perhaps we were more compatible than I thought. I grinned at her as she grinned back.

  “I know, this is not the Waldorf, but the beds are soft, and the place is quiet.”

  She leaned back and reached over to me. Her hand rested on my own as I looked down at it. She spoke, her tone soft and inviting. “Is this where you live?”

  I sighed and got out of the car. Leaving her hand and questioning behind. She stepped out and looked down the building. It was one floor, nothing fancy and leaves were piling up along the corridor. Fall was approaching fast and normally I would be like a kid in a candy store. I love Fall, I love Halloween, I love everything about this time of the year. Unfortunately someone had ruined this shit for me and now I am here, in the Otel de Fuck me, hating life and wishing like hell that I had the will to leave and return to Chicago where I probably belong. Evelyn spoke and it broke my self-loathing train of thought.

  “I don’t have any money.”

  I raised my eyebrow and turned to stare at her. My leg went out and I crossed my arms on my chest. “What?”

  She shrugged her shoulders and then grinned at me. Her smile almost enough to pay for anything she would ever need. “I took the car, nothing else.”

  I nodded very slowly as my lips pursed. I glanced up at the sign. “Listen, I guess you can stay with me tonight, but I have no idea how we are going to handle the car tomorrow. I don’t have much, as you can fucking see here.” I waved my hand towards the building.

  “It’s not what you have, it is who you are with.”

  I relaxed my arms as she walked away from the car. Batshit crazy had a point. She was actually right. The whole reason we came here to begin with was because Kate…God Damn it. I don’t even think about her name, but whatever, Kate wanted to start over, with me. Start a new life away from the city, away from everything and away from the lover she had taken on at the Art Gallery she managed. Yes, a fucking artist, I know. Here I am steeped in legality and facts, shacking up with an Artist who had trouble keeping her mother fucking legs together. I sighed as I felt a hand to my own. I looked up and Evelyn’s soft eyes stared deep into mine.

  “Let’s go get shit faced drunk and howl at the moon.”

  I laughed. “I could go for #1, #2 sounds like a bit too much work.”

  She leaned in close to my lips. “Not if you do it right.”

  I watched her as she turned and pulled me along with her. Her ass swaying from side to side and beckoning me onward.

  I stopped her as we reached my door. Lucky number 13. I let go of her hand and glanced at it. She stopped and turned to the door and smiled. The wind caught her blonde hair and lifted it up, making her even more beautiful, if that was even a possible. This woman was beyond anything I had ever encountered in my life. Her ability to make you want her was thick in the air, as thick as the smell of leaves and autumn wind. She turned her face and her hair slowed, everything slowed down, once again mesmerizing me. She walked towards me, one long leg after the other, some strange whispering on the wind intermixed with what seemed to be gibberish intermixed with my name. Just as she reached me I heard the familiar voice of the motels guardian piercing my ears and that of the serenity all around us.

  “Who the hell are you?”

  I turned, and so did Eve, as we watched Betty walk towards us. Her hair in multicolored rollers and a cigarette dangling from her painted lips. Her boobs large and the tops of them spilling over like the proverbial muffin top they were. She wore clothing too tight for her frame and her hips were wide and evened out with her middle. She was all woman, perhaps. I had my suspicions that she may, in fact, be a man in drag. She clicked her way up to us, the sauntering more like baby steps as her high heels tried to hold her up. I grinned as she pulled the cigarette from her lips and looked Eve over, inspecting her like one would a car.

  She pointed a finger at Eve as a bit of ash dropped to the concrete below us. “You, I am talkin’ to you.”

  Betty did not have the southern accent, she had a city one. I honestly think that is why I agreed to settle down in this dump to begin with. It made me feel somewhat at home.

  Eve grinned. The same grin that she had shown to me and Betty raised one painted eyebrow as she approached her very slowly. It was like watching two wild animals meet in the forest for the first time. Betty straightened her shoulders as Eve walked behind her and stared at her ass, she looked her up and down. Betty glanced from me to her, over and over again. This was the first time I had seen Betty shut the hell up, so I was enjoying it.

  “mmmm.” Eve said as she stopped in front of Betty and leaned over. She placed her full lips to the end of her cigarette and sucked on it, making the white turn to ash faster than I had ever seen it done before. She stopped and leaned back. Tilted her head towards the sky and puffed out ring after ring of smoke. They rose up and then all met together as one and started to chain link together. I blinked and the smoke dissipated. Betty was staring at Eve and ignored the smoke altogether.

  She raised an eyebrow, her lip curling at the edge of her mouth. “Mmmm what?”

  Eve licked her lip and lowered her head. Her eyes catching a small gleam from the sinking sun. Betty tilted her head and then blinked a few more times as if she was breaking a spell. Eve grinned. “You are a curious creature.” She whispered as she stepped up into Betty’s face. Eve reached down and cupped her crotch. Grinning as her hand wrapped a perfectly formed dick. Betty cleared her throat and stepped back from her. Adjusting her skirt and then her blouse that was unbuttoned about 3 buttons to low. Eve looked her over and bit her bottom lip. Betty leaned and stared at me. “I have shit to do, keep it down, no parties.”

  I nodded to her as Betty turned and quickly shuffled away from us. Eve stared at her ass. She turned back to me and her eyes looked as if she had just witnessed Christmas morning for the first time. “I like it here, I like it a lot.”

  I sighed and pulled my small clutch out. I grabbed the key and stepped up to the door as Eve leaned against the wall in front of me. She was restless, I could feel it. She had felt this way since I met her on the side of the road. “She has a cock.” She whispered to me and I grinned as I fiddled with the always sticking door. I jiggled the key. “I kind of guessed that.” I said under my breath as she leaned in closer to me. “Do you ever get curious about it?” I stopped and looked at her as I continued to work my annoying key in the hole. “About what?” She turned and bowed her back against the wall as her ass popped upward and I could not help but notice. She lifted her hand and touched her chest, quickly squeezing it and releasing, such a fucking tease, I loved and hated it all at the same time. My eyes lingered on her hand until she turned her face and smiled at me. “About cock, how it feels to spread your pussy wide open and invade every part of you.” I swallowed hard and heard the click I was waiting for. The key turned and I kicked the bottom of the swollen door, exposing my underwhelming abode. “No, I can’t say that I have.” I walked in and then stopped. I stepped back out and waved a hand towards the open door.

  “Ladies first.”
r />   She giggled. “As if.”

  She stepped into my room and I took two steps in. She turned towards me. Hands on her round hips and looking like a teenage fantasy. I pushed the door closed behind me as the shit eating grin curled her lip.

  “I’m dirty.” She said and I paused, everything paused. My breathing, my thoughts…all of it. She bent over and took one heel off and then the other. She stood back up and her hair bounced onto her shoulders. I swear, no one’s hair could be so fucking cooperative. It wasn’t possible. I swallowed as she stepped up to me and now she was about two inches shorter than I am. I looked down and she tilted her head.

  “Can I shower?” she said in a gentle tone. I nodded like some stupid teenage boy about to jack off to the thought of her naked body wet in the other room. My voice cracked. “Yes.” I pointed towards the bathroom door, but she simply stared at me. I sighed and walked past her, opened it up and then waved a hand inside. “The towels are under the cabinet. I apologize ahead of time, the water is really hot here, hot as hell, so I shower fast, before it starts scalding my skin.”

  She walked towards me and then stopped as she eyed the mirror on the wall. Her expression changed from happy too irritated in mere seconds. “I don’t care, I like it fucking hot,” She blew past me and slammed the door hard enough to blow my bangs around. I blinked and then half laughed to myself. “Man, can I pick them or what?” I muttered.

  I turned and looked around the room. It wasn’t a mess, as I was not someone who could stand a mess of any kind, but it was bare. Barren as my heart seemed to be. When we lived in Chicago we had an amazing flat. It was in the industrial district and filled with large pieces of artwork. Our bed was in the middle of the room, sheer white sheets hung from the ceiling and encased it like a shrine. It was the centerpiece of our home. That of me and Kate’s. I would love to act as if our relationship was built on long nights of conversation and a deeper understanding of the universe, but it wasn’t. It was based on carnal need. She could fuck me like I had never been fucked in my life. That statement right there should make me laugh because the “fucking” went way beyond the sexual realm. She cheated many times over. Some, she told me about, and some she left hidden, but I knew. I always knew. Kate was bisexual, and don’t get me wrong. I have no issue with bisexuality at all, in fact I won’t lie, there have been moments in time that the curiosity of what it would be like to have a man inside of me, fueled an orgasm, but…I had never been with one and I would have never cheated on Kate, I mean, well, it never crossed my mind. I loved her, loved being the key word. I have to place this shit in the past tense or it will eat me alive.

  Her last indiscretion had been with an up and coming artist by the name of Lu. He was young, built, charismatic and highly sexual. Kate fell for it, or perhaps, he fell for her. Her charm was beyond anything I had encountered before (minus Miss batshit crazy in my shower right now). Kate started working at the art gallery downtown, a dream job for her and I was happy. Happy for her, but not happy with what I knew in my heart would come along with it. She would meet someone, if not many, and those paranoid assumptions proved to be nothing less than true. She fucked, no less than 15 artists who rolled through the gallery in a 6 month period. I knew about 3 of them, from her own lips. The rest I figured out on my own. To this day I don’t know if it was part of her courting ritual with me. I know that may sound bizarre, but Kate was addicted to sex and when we fought and made up, the sex was like nothing of this world. It was almost as if she did it all on purpose to fuel her lust for me….or mine for her. Each time I fucked her, after someone else had invaded her, I was reclaiming a small piece of her for myself. Does it make sense? Who fucking knows, at the time it seemed too make all of the sense in the world. That is the beauty of insanity, the rationalization that comes along with it. The lies that we tell ourselves to sleep better at night.

  The last one almost killed me. Why? Because she loved him. She loved Lu. It wasn’t a simple fuck and run for her, it lingered on her like a disease. I could taste it on her lips, I heard it in her voice, and most importantly, I could feel it in my heart. She was leaving me, or trying to and failing miserably at it. I started feeling like a pity fuck towards the end of our stay in Chicago. It wasn’t until I packed my things and was waiting in the doorway for her one night, did it all become real for her. She begged, she pleaded. She held onto me as I tried to leave several times over. She wouldn’t allow me to go, the fear in her eyes that night tugged at my heartstrings and turned my realistic nature into a joke. I stopped and listened to her for a moment and then left, got a hotel room and ignored her calls, texts, pleading for forgiveness. Telling me she was nothing without me. How fucked up she was, how she could not live… I met someone, a woman at the hotel. I took her in, I fucked her and I called her Kate. She let me, fucked up, I know but when I told Kate, with such a venomous tone in my voice, well, something changed with her. She went from pure light to darkness, in the blink of an eye. Strange how the cheater could not be cheated on without it breaking her.

  I got the call at 3 am. It was from the hospital. The nurse on the phone spoke with an even tone. Telling me the poignant facts of her suicide attempt. How she took a bottle of pills, how a man named Lu had brought her in and left her like a donation to Goodwill. I sat on the edge of my sterile bed in that hotel room and nothing but her face and smile kept flashing through my mind. Everything after that became automated. Getting dressed, rushing to the hospital, holding her in the hospital bed as she held onto me and begged for forgiveness and I did the one thing I felt I could do. I forgave her for everything. It was that night that she had this plan to leave. This master plan to start over and I wanted to say no. My realist nature begged me to stop this nonsense, remind her that I had a good job, we could reclaim our home, we could fix this, but she insisted that Chicago would kill her, would kill us and she was terrified.

  So, I gave up everything….for her. We moved here and now…this.

  I stared around the room and saw very little. I saw as much as I felt I had left when she died. I saw nothing that I recognized, not even myself.

  Seduction

  I sat on the edge of the bed and drank straight from the wine bottle. I swigged it down and let the warmth fill my throat and settle in my stomach. Drinking was much easier than thinking. Perhaps I should take Kate’s advice and self-medicate. I glanced over at the small black box on the side table and grinned. Kate had a stash of weed that she always carried. Weed was something she only did when she wanted to chill the fuck out and not really think about anything. I never partook in this before, but I was becoming a fan of the idea, the longer the days waned on.

  I fell onto my stomach across the bed and reached towards it just as the bathroom door creaked open. I looked over as the steam rolled out like a fog machine at some cheesy ass concert. I sat up as I heard a whispering in my ears again. It was intermixed with words I could not understand, as well as my own name. I slid to the end of the bed, letting my feet touch the floor. I stood, not really in control of myself. My body was reacting on its own, being summoned towards the opening to the bathroom. I found myself at the door without taking a single step that I knew of. It was otherworldly. I even looked back at the black box to make sure I had not smoked that shit and gone into some pot induced hallucination of sorts. Kate was notorious for mixing her shit, weed was never just weed, it always had a little kick in it from some other drug she never expanded on. All I knew is that she was always a different person when she did it. Calm, in tune with the universe, whatever she wanted to call that shit. I call it fucked sideways.

  The box remained closed, so I had not touched it. All I had done is drink, probably a half a bottle of wine, which I could handle as easily as I had done many times before. I looked back and heard the whispering again. Only this time I knew the voice, it was Kate. I swallowed hard as my heart fluttered in my chest. I reached out very slowly and pushed on the door. It opened up to a large room, not the bathroom that I knew all
too well. I stared in as I recognized everything. The large pieces of artwork lining the room, and then I spotted the shadows in the middle of the room wrapped behind white fabric on the bed I used to love, the same one that Kate and I had in our old flat.

  I stepped in and the door closed behind me. I glanced at it, but it didn’t matter. My curiosity outweighed the bizarre nature of everything around me. I turned to face the room again and a thousand candles were lit all over it. They left one path open, a path that led straight to the bed lying on the floor in the middle of the room. I started to walk towards it, the moaning becoming louder and louder. I recognized it, I had experienced this many times as Kate’s moaning was unforgettable. Her ability to express her pleasure always made me orgasm so hard it would take my breath away. She loved to fuck, and when I fucked her, it was as if the whole world fell to the wayside. That was her true gift. She had the gift of trickery. The gift to make you believe that it was you, and only you. I realized all of this far too late. Well, after I let her steal more than my devoted attention to her, from me.

  I found myself next to bed just as I had found myself in front of the door. I didn’t remember taking a single step. I lifted my hand and parted the semi sheer white sheet, exposing Kate as she arched her back and cried out. Her mouth open, tongue playing with her lip. The beads of sweat rolling down her body in streams. One connecting with the other as a face lay buried in her pussy, moving slowly. She ground her hips, in a circular motion as black painted nails dug into the sides of her legs. Kate opened her glossy eyes and turned her face to look at me. She reached up towards me, beckoning me into the circle of pleasure, just as the head between her legs lifted and I saw Eve, lips slightly swollen and glossy with Kate’s pleasure all over them. I could smell the sex, it intoxicated me and immediately made my nipples hard. I reached up and touched one, twisting it in between my two fingers. I hissed, the pain mingling with pleasure and racing down towards my…