Sharp Curves Ahead

by Allison Hobbs

  “I hope you stick to your word because what you’re asking me to do is a crime that could send me back to prison.” He swallowed. “But I’m all in because I love you, Jayla.”

  “And I love you, too. Although the average person wouldn’t be able to understand our relationship, it works for us, and that’s all that matters.”

  “Exactly,” he said, gazing down at the sleazy lingerie she had packed in her overnight bag.

  Jayla picked up a see-through negligee and held it up to her. “It’s surreal that I can fit into this tiny outfit without ripping it open at the seams. Even my shoe size has decreased a whole size,” she said with pride as she added a pair of hooker heels to the top of the pile of provocative clothing.

  It was going to be a sleazy night and she’d selected a cheap, disreputable hotel for the tawdry rendezvous.

  Despite having the thin body she’d always dreamed of and despite having a man that adored her, Jayla still battled with low self-esteem, and tonight she would embrace her inner slut in the hope of making peace with the past.

  Tonight would be risky because the dude from Tinder stated that he wanted to handcuff her and treat her like scum. Being treated like scum was something she had grown accustomed to in her former, fat life, but being handcuffed was taking her secret shame to the next level of debauchery.

  The danger involved in her latest escapade caused her heart to pound. What she had planned was much more risky than blowing a bartender in a crowded ballroom or letting a pack of horny dudes run a train on her in the bathroom at her best friend’s wedding.

  Those acts had been decadent and immoral, and she’d lied through her teeth when Bailee had confronted her about her sexual antics. She had no choice but to lie; she couldn’t admit to those skanky actions and expect Bailee to understand. Bailee had no idea of how low Jayla could go. She’d probably cry for her if she knew about the strange men Jayla had asked to ejaculate on different parts of her body. Bailee would probably beg Jayla to get professional help if she was aware of how much Jayla craved humiliation.

  Although she couldn’t share her shameful secret with Bailee, she’d told Derek everything about herself, and although he reluctantly agreed to assist her in her final escapade, he didn’t judge her.

  As she stuffed an assortment of bondage toys inside her bag, excitement streaked through her and a shiver ran down her spine.

  She stroked the straps of the pink suede flogger, wondering if she’d have the nerve to let her date put it to use. There was no reason to be afraid since Derek would be on standby to fuck dude up if he got out of hand.

  She zipped up her bag and looked at Derek. “Are you ready for this?”

  “Not really, but I got your back. If shit goes south, text me, and I’ll be right here, tearing the door off the hinges.”

  “You won’t have to do that, Derek. You have a key,” she reminded him with a smile.

  “Tearing down the door was just an expression. I know how to enter a room discreetly.”

  “Good, because the last thing we need is for someone to complain about a disturbance and get the police involved.”

  “The cops are the last people I want to see. Trust, I’ll be as quiet as a cat burglar when I punch dude in the throat.”

  Jayla laughed at Derek’s comment as she critically observed her reflection in the mirror. She noted how different she looked from the woman who had been dogged out by Sadeeq and so many others before him.

  At last, she had a body that matched the face that everyone said was so pretty for a fat girl. Yet, she was still unable to accept that she’d transformed into the total package: an attractive, educated, and sophisticated woman that any man would be proud to take home to Mama. Deep down inside, she was still a fat girl, unacceptable in the eyes of a society that worshipped skinny chicks.

  “Did you pack everything you needed?” Derek asked, breaking into her thoughts, nudging his chin toward her jam-packed overnight bag.

  “Yep, everything I need is in there.”

  “After tonight, you’re going to stop playing around with these low-life dudes from dating apps and we’re starting a new life together. Do you hear me?”

  Jayla nodded. “Yeah, I hear you,” she agreed in a voice barely above a whisper.

  “I’m not convinced that you’re ready to change your ways.” Derek folded his arms. “Listen, I’m going to be there for you tonight because I know it’s important to you, but after this, I’m not going along with any more of your self-deprecating behavior. It’s okay to get freaky, but not at the expense of your self-worth. Letting dudes treat you like a scraggly-ass ho could get you hurt. Or killed,” he added ominously. “It’s not cool, Jayla.”

  “I know. I already said this is the last time,” she said in an aggravated tone. “After tonight, no more giving away ass and top to random men. The purpose of tonight is to give myself closure and to officially say goodbye to the fat chick inside my head.”

  * * *

  “You want to blow an L before we get into it?” the man asked.

  “No, I’m good, but you can go ahead,” Jayla replied.

  Stretched out on the bed, he sparked up and then leisurely began massaging the dick print that was visible the moment he walked into the motel room.

  He looked at Jayla leeringly. “Come over here and rub on this big dick while I get lit.”

  Jayla sat on the bed next to him and obeyed his command. “Is this how you like it?” she asked softly as her hand glided over the hard mass of passion that swelled beneath his pants.

  “I’d like it better if you stick your hand inside my pants and grip my jawn in the raw.”

  “Okay,” she responded breathily. She could feel his eyes on her as she unbuckled his belt and lowered the zipper of his pants.

  “I don’t know why you look so familiar,” he said. “Feels like I know you from somewhere.” With his forehead wrinkled in thought, he drew in a cloud of smoke and held it in his lungs. “Were you on Facebook Live about a couple months ago, sucking on a dildo?”

  “No.”

  “My bad. It was a fat bitch that favored you a little. In this secret group on Facebook, there was this fat bitch that would suck on a bunch of different sized dildos just to get attention and to feel loved. The bitch was eating up rubber dick. She was on some Kardashian shit without the money or the banging body,” he said, laughing scornfully at the recollection.

  “Did you ever communicate with the, uh, fat chick?”

  “Yeah, the bitch stayed up in my inbox, trying to get some dick action.”

  “Did you give her some dick?”

  “What’s it to your nut-ass? Why’re you asking a thousand and one questions like you’re my woman,” he said, frowning up his face, obviously peeved. “Besides, I’m not trying to live in the past. Tonight is about you being my personal slut. While I’m on some chill shit, relaxing and whatnot, I want you to lick my balls. Don’t be rushing through it, though. Do it nice and slow. You feel me, slut?”

  “Yes,” she said dreamily, noticing how her pussy had started twitching the moment he called her out of her name and had started giving her commands. Not once had he complimented her looks or her sexy lingerie. To him, she was a bum-bitch with low self-esteem, and her attractiveness didn’t matter. Since this would be the very last time she’d allow anyone to treat her like dirt, she planned to put her whole heart into the moment and enjoy her last hoorah as a skeezer.

  He set the weed in the ashtray and took off his pants and then his drawers. He settled into a relaxed position and widened his legs into a V-shape, motioning her to maneuver into the space he’d provided.

  Lying on her belly, Jayla slithered up to his crotch, and as he hand-stroked his burgeoning erection, she tongue-bathed his nuts.

  “Mmmph! I’m ready to bust that ass wide open, you dirty ho. But I want to restrain you and have some fun beating up on that stank pussy for a while.” He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head upward. “Did you b
ring the handcuffs and the whip?”

  “I brought handcuffs and a flogger,” she said in a trembling voice.

  “That’ll work. I’ma beat the shit out of that whory pussy, and make sure it’s decorated with thick, red welts before I put my dick in it,” he promised and the gruffness of his voice caused Jayla’s clit to throb.

  Both aroused and disgusted, it was clearly time for her to text Derek, so he could save her from her own twisted desires. The freak in her yearned for the full range of sadistic torture that her brutish date had promised to deliver. If it were up to her, she wouldn’t leave the room until every orifice was filled with cum and every inch of her body was covered with handprints and whip lashes.

  She was sickened by herself as she lathered his balls generously. Overcome with lust, she squeezed her thighs together as he called her vile names and pulled her hair so hard, she felt strands being ripped from her scalp.

  He smacked her upside the head. “That’s enough nut sucking. It’s time to wrap those juicy lips around my joint.” He clutched his dick at the base and aimed it at her mouth. “Open wide,” he said jeeringly. “And if you suck it right, I’ll let you bury your face between my ass cheeks.”

  Despite her numerous perversions, eating ass was where she drew the line, and she was reminded of why she hated her date so much. She made a move to get to her phone, but the moment she tried to get to the other side of the room, he leapt off the bed and grabbed her by the wrist.

  “Going somewhere? I know your dirty ass didn’t ask me to come to this fuckin’ skeezy motel so you could waste my time. Now, get on your hands and knees and crawl for this dick. You know what it is. You know that my dick runs shit,” he boasted, leering at her as he fisted his hard-on. “Crawl over here and lick this ass, while I jack off,” he demanded.

  Her lips quivered as she lowered herself to the floor. The threat of being forced to lick an asshole sent her hurtling back to reality, remembering the real reason she was there.

  Her connection with Derek was amazing, and he didn’t need a text to know she was in trouble. Heeding her silent cry for help, Derek’s movements could be heard outside the door.

  “What the fuck is going on in there?” Derek inquired in a voice that was a low rumble of rage. Then, he stuck his key card in the slot.

  “Who the fuck is that?” the man asked, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the opening door.

  Derek came barreling in. Standing at six feet five inches and weighing two-hundred-and-twenty pounds of solid muscle, his eyes glowered with rage.

  He was an intimidating sight as he took long strides toward Jayla. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Jayla? You didn’t think I could track you down, did you? You sneaky-ass bitch.”

  “Please, Derek, calm down. I can explain,” Jayla cried out, playing the part she’d rehearsed on the way to the motel.

  “Don’t tell me to calm down.” He turned his fiery gaze on the man, who was wearing a shirt but no pants or drawers and was trying to shield his dick that had gone limp with his hands.

  “I don’t know who you are and I don’t know what’s going on, but I think I should be on my way,” the man said, his eyes bouncing around the room nervously.

  Derek reared back in indignation. “You don’t know who I am? Well, let me inform you, muthafucka. I’m her muthafuckin’ husband, nigga. Who the fuck is you?” Derek asked, stalking toward the man.

  “Yo, I don’t even know this broad. She contacted me online. Begged me to meet her here. She got serious issues, man. She wants a nigga to call her names and handcuff her and shit. I was only giving her what she asked for, but I’m really not even into that kind of freak shit,” the man explained as he tried to creep over to the chair where he’d tossed his pants and underwear.

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold up, nigga! You ain’t going anywhere—not until we get some shit straight.” Derek pulled up his shirt, revealing the handle of a gun that jutted out of his waistband.

  Jayla hurried to Derek’s side. “Let him go, babe. You know how your temper is, and uh, the last thing we need is another body on our hands.”

  The man’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head at the words, another body.

  “I’m sorry, okay, babe?” Jayla continued. “I’m dead wrong for cheating on you, and I’ll make it up to you at home. I’ll do anything you want, but please don’t shoot him.” Jayla’s voice trembled as if she were sobbing, although she hadn’t shed a single tear. As the big showdown unfolded, she was improvising and was quite pleased with how believable she sounded.

  “Nah, you should have thought about this nigga’s safety before you decided to spread your legs for dude. He ain’t going anywhere,” Derek asserted, shaking his head grimly. “I’m feeling some kind of way—like this nigga is challenging my manhood.”

  “Yo, I don’t even know you. I don’t know anything about you, so how am I challenging your manhood?” Mounting fear was evident in the man’s voice as he stood in place, still shielding his privates with both hands.

  “I can’t believe you asked this fool to handcuff you, baby. You ain’t never asked me to tie you up or nothing,” Derek said, feigning emotional pain.

  Jayla dropped her gaze. “I’m sorry. I was too embarrassed to let you know about my fetishes.”

  “Well, I’m not too embarrassed to let you know about mine. We gotta be honest with each other. It’s the only way our marriage is gonna last.”

  The man gave a sigh of relief. “I’m happy to see you lovebirds working everything out. Now, if you don’t mind, I have somewhere to be.”

  “Nigga, shut the fuck up. You violated my wife. You handcuffed and disrespected her and now it’s your turn.”

  “My turn for what?” The man’s face twitched and contorted as he attempted to make sense of Derek’s outrageous threat.

  “Where’s your handcuffs, nigga? You about to get a taste of your own medicine.”

  “I don’t have any handcuffs. Your wife is the one who brought the bondage equipment. I told you she likes that weird shit.”

  Derek fixed his narrow-eyed gaze on Jayla. “Give me the handcuffs.”

  “If I give them to you, will you handcuff him to the headboard and then just leave? I really don’t want to be involved in any more violence, honey.”

  The man grimaced. “Yo, ain’t nobody handcuffing me to a muthafuckin’ thing. Now, if you crazy muthafuckas don’t mind, I’d like to put my clothes on and get up out of here.”

  “You think your hands are bulletproof?” Derek asked in a low, deadly tone.

  The man looked down at his hands that were concealing his goods. “Uh…”

  “I didn’t think so. If you make another move without my permission, I’ma shoot your dick off.”

  The man flinched.

  Jayla shook her head. “No, baby, if you shoot his dick off, he’ll bleed to death, and we’re gonna get in trouble if we keep burying dead bodies,” Jayla complained.

  “We ain’t gotta bury nothing. Use your head and think, baby. All we need is some gasoline and a remote spot in the woods…that’s all we need to get rid of evidence.”

  “You’re right,” Jayla said, her expression hardening as she looked at the man.

  The man shook his head. “Oh! Okay, I get it. This is a setup. Y’all working together to rob me. Well, I don’t have much cash on me, but we can go to an ATM if you want.”

  “I don’t want your money, man. I want some ass,” Derek boldly proclaimed.

  The man reared back in indignation. “Come again?”

  “I didn’t stutter.” Derek nodded toward Jayla’s overnight back. “Get your toys out of the bag, baby. It’s playtime.”

  “Wait! I’m not into any gay shit,” the man protested.

  “But you’re into rape, right, Niles,” Jayla interjected, emphasizing the man’s name as she handed Derek the handcuffs and a gag ball.

  “Niles? Where’d you get that name? I told you my name was Fred,” Niles said in desperation
.

  “Yes, you did tell me your name was Fred, but I never forget a face. I especially don’t forget the face of the scumbag that raped me and made me lick his ass. You’ve probably been raping women up and down the East Coast, but you’re gonna learn today what it feels like to be a victim.”

  “Please,” Niles whined. “I thought you looked familiar. You used to be a fat bitch, right? You told me you wanted to be treated like dirt.”

  “When you were in Philly, I gave you clear instructions on what I would and wouldn’t do, and yet you forced me to do some foul shit that I was against.”

  “I’m sorry.” Niles darted his eyes at Derek, who began stripping off his clothes.

  “Too late,” Jayla said, putting a collar around Niles’s neck and attaching a chain leash to it. “All right, lil’ doggie, I want you to get to licking my man’s ass.”

  Derek handed Jayla the gun and then got on the bed. Lying on his back, he pulled his legs up, presenting his open asshole. “Tongue it, bitch,” he implored.

  Tears rolled from Niles’s eyes and he gagged repeatedly as he served Derek tongue.

  Jayla snapped plenty of pictures, making sure to get clear shots of Niles’s face as he alternately licked ass and sucked dick.

  By the time Derek started lubing up his condom-covered erection, Niles was pleading for mercy.

  “Shh!” Jayla whispered. “Calm down. You’re too tense. Relax and let my baby find the G-Spot in your ass. I guarantee you that by the time he finishes pressing his big dick against your prostate gland, you’re never going to want pussy again.”

  “Nooooo!” Niles screamed into the pillow as Derek slowly worked his dick into his ass. At this point, Jayla was filming a video with Derek wearing a leather hood that concealed his face, while Niles’s face was completely exposed.

  “Do you want this to play in the secret group on Facebook Live with your screenname attached?” she asked.

  Groaning with pain, Niles shook his head.

  “Okay, then. I want you to calm down, relax your ass muscles, and enjoy the ride. You ol, bitch-ass nigga,” she added snidely.