The Last Motel

by Brett McBean

  “Yeah, I’d f...” He stopped. It seemed he realised what he was going to say was wrong.

  “There’s not much else,” Eddy said. “A few receipts, some disco passes.” He zipped open the money compartment. “Forty bucks.”

  Al handed the license and photo back to Eddy. “Take the money and the passes. They might come in handy.”

  Eddy shook his head. “I’m not taking anything. Not even the passes. It just...I don’t know, it wouldn’t be right.”

  Al nodded. “Okay.”

  Eddy slipped the license and photo back into the wallet.

  “Holy shit!” Al blurted out. “I remember where I’ve heard that name. It was on the radio tonight. A kid named Jeffrey Olsen had disappeared tonight while walking to the shops.”

  “Well I’ll be damned,” Eddy said.

  Al ran his fingers through his long hair. “I can’t believe it. We have him in the boot of the car.”

  “I just had a thought. Maybe we should call his parents, let them know what has happened to him. I bet they’re sick with worry.” Eddy hopped out of the car and gently closed the door. He leaned back on the car. “What do you think we should do? Can we throw him into the gorge now?”

  “Fuck,” Al muttered. “We had this all worked out.”

  “Well I think giving an anonymous call to the parents would be the right thing to do.”

  “But he’s not our worry,” Al said. “Let’s still go with the plan. Then, if we still feel the need, call the parents and let them know where their son is.”

  Eddy let out a soft groan. “I don’t know. It doesn’t seem right to chuck him into the gorge now. Couldn’t we just leave him somewhere, anywhere, up in the mountain and then call the parents?”

  “Why are you all of a sudden such a concerned and caring person?”

  “Fuck you. I have a conscience.”

  “So do I,” Al growled. “So we now know the kid’s name and that he has parents. Nothing’s changed. Anyway, how are we going to call the parents? The license has no phone number.”

  Eddy remained silent. Without speaking, he walked around to the boot.

  Al joined him.

  Eddy leaned in and placed back the wallet.

  After the wallet was securely in Jeffrey’s pocket, Eddy straightened. And let out his breath. It didn’t seem so bad that time. Knowing who he was made touching him slightly more bearable.

  “I’m sorry, Ed. But this isn’t our fault. All we have to worry about is not being connected with the body. After that, it doesn’t concern us.”

  “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Eddy said.

  “How about this: after we dump the body, we make a call to the police. That is, when we’re back in the city.”

  Eddy turned and looked at his friend. “Okay. That would make me feel better.”

  “Yeah, I understand,” Al said.

  “Well,” Eddy pronounced. “Nice to meet you, Jeffrey. I’m Edward, and this is Alfred.”

  Al shook his head.

  “We’ll try and be gentle with you.”

  “Amen,” Al said.

  Eddy smiled. “You grab his legs, I’ll get his shoulders.”

  “Sure,” Al said.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  “I am sorry I took so long,” Madge said as she opened the office door. “I was out the back, getting some fresh air.”

  Morrie stepped inside the moderately warmer office. He closed the door after he was in. “I was just about to leave. I thought you must’ve gone to bed.”

  “No, no. It’s much too early for me.”

  Morrie smiled.

  “It’s getting mighty windy out there,” Madge said. “Storm’s gonna come soon, I’ll bet.” She began shuffling over to the curtain.

  “No, I’m here for business,” Morrie said.

  She stopped and turned around. “Business? Whatever do you mean?”

  Here we go, Morrie thought.

  “The wife and I want to get away very early tomorrow. Got a lot of travelling to do and all. Probably be gone by the time you get up.”

  “Oh, I doubt that,” Madge said. “I tend to get up quite early nowadays.”

  “Well we intend to get away at around dawn,” Morrie said, smiling awkwardly.

  “Then why in blazes are you still up?”

  “Can’t sleep,” Morrie said. “The wife has been asleep since about eleven-thirty. Lucky thing,” he chuckled.

  “And are you doing all the driving?”

  Morrie nodded. “Judy hasn’t got her license, unfortunately.”

  “You poor thing. You need to get some sleep.”

  Morrie approached the desk and placed his hands on the counter. “Anyway, the reason I came over was that silly me forgot to pay earlier.”

  “That’s not silly. Most people pay when they leave in the morning.”

  “Well, I forgot that we were heading out early, you see.”

  “And you want to pay now,” Madge said. She smiled and wandered around to behind the small desk.

  “If that’s all right,” Morrie said, rubbing his right temple.

  “Of course it is. Do you have a headache?”

  Morrie dug out his wallet. “A migraine. So how much do I owe you?”

  “Ah, make it eight dollars.”

  Morrie dropped his hand from his temple and raised his eyebrows. “Eight? That’s too cheap.”

  “Nonsense,” Madge said. “I like you. Besides, this isn’t an expensive place to run. I own it and there’s not much maintenance or gas and electricity bills.”

  Morrie drew out two fives. He handed them over to Madge.

  She thanked him and opened up the cash register. She brought out the change and extended it to Morrie. He shook his head.

  “You’ve been extremely kind tonight. The whisky, the open fire, the conversation. I like you a lot.”

  She smiled, and if Morrie didn’t know better, he’d have sworn that Madge was blushing. “Well, that’s very kind of you, but I can’t accept it.”

  “Put it towards building the open fires in the cabins. I won’t take no for an answer.”

  She hesitantly placed the change back into the till, then closed the register. “Thank you,” she said.

  “Well, I’d better get going,” Morrie said.

  In more ways than one, he thought.

  Madge came from behind the counter and walked up to Morrie. She stood close, looking up at him. She gave a small, tender smile, then placed her arms around his waist.

  Morrie was shocked. He was breathless. He didn’t know whether to push her away or to follow her lead and place his arms around her. Madge pressed herself close to his body, her belly rubbing against his hardening penis.

  She’s almost thirty years older than I am, Morrie told himself. This is nuts!

  He found himself, however, wrapping his arms around her. Madge gazed up, and Morrie noticed for the first time, in the light of the office, how attractive and elegant Madge was for a sixty-four-year-old woman. The lines on her face indicated life and wisdom, not ugly wrinkles like most old women had.

  Morrie lowered his head and met her open mouth. They kissed long and hard, Morrie feeling his way down to Madge’s behind. He squeezed her full cheeks gently, lifting her dress until his hands were underneath then massaged her warm skin. Her mouth was surprisingly soft, and Morrie was even more shocked when Madge slipped in her tongue. He did the same and they both licked and sucked on each other’s tongues with fury. Madge was moaning eagerly, so Morrie pulled down her panties, and explored her buttocks, including the crevice.

  Judy...think of Judy, he suddenly told himself. But still he didn’t stop. He knew this was wrong, on all accounts. Not only was he cheating on his wife of twenty years, but he was also getting it on with an old woman.

  Correction...older woman, he thought.

  Madge suddenly pulled away. Morrie kept his hands under her dress. He looked into her brown eyes.

  “Oh Morrie, I haven’t had
a man for so long.”

  He saw tears in her eyes. “I had forgotten how wonderful it is.”

  Morrie smiled.

  “I know you’re married...” She began to pull away.

  Morrie held her tight and shook his head. “She won’t find out. Our marriage is dead, anyway,” he lied.

  He loved Judy, but their sex life had been practically non-existent for years.

  “I’ll lock the door,” Madge said softly.

  Morrie nodded and she headed over to the door and flicked the lock.

  I can’t believe this is happening, Morrie thought. I can’t believe I’m going to go through with this...and with an older woman. He smiled to himself. He had always secretly wondered what it would be like to fuck an old lady.

  Madge turned around and walked over to where Morrie was standing, still in amazement. She motioned her head for him to follow her, then proceeded over and through the purple curtain.

  We’re like a couple of teenagers, Morrie thought as he strolled into the lounge. The dim lounge was perfect for a romantic indulgence – what with the open fire, the log cabin surroundings, and the lovely soft rug that lay on the floor.

  Madge was heading towards the bedroom, but was stopped when Morrie grabbed her around the waist and turned her around. “Let’s fuck in here,” he growled.

  He pulled Madge close and planted his lips on hers, plunging his tongue deep. They kissed fervently, opening their mouths wide, sucking hard on each other’s tongues. Morrie’s erection pressed firm against Madge’s dress, and when he heard her groan with pleasure, he pressed himself even harder against her. Morrie stopped their kissing, and began to kneel down, taking Madge to the rug with him. He then made her lie down on her back.

  He brought her legs up, and bending over her knees, slowly lifted her dress. He left it at waist height, so that her legs and underpants were exposed.

  He could hear the crackling fire, which was directly in front of them, and thought to himself that those sounds were the only music they needed. It made the moment seem right.

  He bent down and tenderly kissed the insides of her legs, occasionally licking the skin with a wet stroke. Madge started taking off her dress from over her head, throwing it to the rug when she had it off.

  Morrie took her legs and spread them wider, gripping the underpants, then tugging them down, all the way off. He flung them to the couch.

  Madge was now wearing nothing but her bra. Her body looked soft and smooth in the firelight. Her grey hair shimmered. Morrie lowered his head to the patch of darkness, then began licking. She gave a sudden gasp when his tongue first made contact, but she soon settled down.

  She smelled differently than what Morrie had anticipated. She smelled faintly of soap and sweat, and tasted clean.

  He dug his face in harder, replacing his tongue with the sucking of his mouth. Madge was moaning and sighing, and Morrie could see, when he lifted his head, that she was massaging and fondling her large breasts, even though they were still in the bra.

  He took bits of flesh in his mouth, and gently sucked and flicked them with his tongue. He then extended his tongue and found her hole, and stuck his tongue in as deep as he could manage. She pushed and quaked her body against his face, taking her hands away from her breasts and grabbing his head.

  Holding his head, Madge ground his face into her wetness. Then she suddenly pulled his face away and brought him on top of her.

  She forced his mouth onto hers, which shocked Morrie, since no woman he’d ever known liked to kiss a man after he had been down there.

  They kissed again, their tongues swirling around, and Morrie could smell her juices on his mouth.

  Morrie was unbelievably turned on. His cock pushed forcefully against his jeans.

  He was amazed that this woman could even stand her own smell, let alone lap it up.

  She lifted Morrie’s head and undid her bra. Morrie took the large brassiere and flung it over his shoulder. He then placed his mouth over her left nipple, and sucked it into his mouth. It tasted slightly salty, and was already stiff. So was the right one when he began sucking it.

  After he had licked and sucked her breasts, Morrie stood up and threw off his jacket. He then unbuttoned his flannel shirt, throwing it down to the increasing pile of clothes on the floor.

  Madge gazed up at his body. Despite his large stomach, Morrie had enormous arms and broad shoulders. But she didn’t seem to mind the beer gut, just as he didn’t mind her flab. It came with their age.

  Morrie went about taking off his jeans.

  When he had them off he pulled down his boxer shorts. He stepped out of them and kicked them to the couch.

  His thick penis sprung loose. It pointed to the roof, as if standing at attention.

  Madge sat up, crawled over to Morrie and took his throbbing member into her mouth.

  Morrie stood still, both startled and aroused. Her mouth was wonderfully warm and moist as she slid up and down his long shaft.

  This might be the best sex I’ve ever had, he thought, ashamedly, even better than Judy.

  Wanting to feel her hugging wetness, Morrie gently pushed her head away. Madge lay down on the rug, while he slid inside easily, then began pushing in and out, slowly at first, then faster and harder. He rested his hands on the rug, propping himself up so as not to squash her.

  Madge spread her legs even wider, then brought them up around the back of his legs. For an old, slightly overweight woman, she was extremely agile and flexible.

  She pounded her pelvis with the rhythm of Morrie’s thrusts, grabbing the cheeks of his bum to help push him in deeper.

  With a loud moan, Morrie filled Madge with his fluid, slowing down his thrusting, until he was finished. Sweating and panting hard, he flopped off Madge and onto the soft rug.

  * * *

  “Are you going to tell your wife?” Madge asked as they entered the office.

  “No way. It would kill her. She doesn’t need to know.”

  Madge nodded, and walked over to the door with Morrie. They both stopped and faced each other. “That was amazing, Madge.”

  “I know, you’ve already told me.” She smiled.

  “Are you sure you enjoyed it?”

  “It was fantastic. But I’m a bit embarrassed about some of the things I said and did.”

  Morrie took her hand. “Don’t be. That’s what lovemaking is all about. To lose yourself in the moment, say and do whatever is in your heart.”

  “Aren’t you the smooth talker,” Madge said. “How’s that migraine?”

  Morrie smiled. “It has died down, actually. I never even noticed it while we were making love. It must’ve helped.”

  Madge smiled back. The smile soon turned to a frown. “Well, I guess this is goodbye.” Her voice was shaky. Morrie knew that she was trying to hold back the tears.

  “Yeah, we won’t be seeing you in the morning.”

  He saw the longing and loneliness in her eyes. It made his heart ache, but he couldn’t stay here with her. He needed to know that she understood that.

  “I’m sorry,” Morrie said. “I had the most amazing time tonight...but I still love my wife.”

  “Yes, I understand,” Madge said.

  Morrie smiled shortly. He bent down and kissed her. She took him into her mouth.

  A tremendous crack of thunder startled them apart

  PART 2: THE STORM

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  1:55 a.m.

  The thunderous boom penetrated through the small cabin. It made Wayne jump, as it did the boy.

  “My God,” Wayne gasped. “That one must’ve split the heavens apart.”

  Rain started pounding on the roof. Wayne had trouble hearing the radio over the noise.

  He straightened up and gazed at the ceiling. He wondered, hoped, that the roof wouldn’t leak.

  “Hell, the roof might fall down,” Wayne said, looking down at the boy.

  He had also been staring up at the ceiling, but now his eye
s were on Wayne.

  “How’d ya like that? If the roof did fall down, it would squash you like a bug.” Wayne chuckled.

  He saw the look of terror in the boy. He diverted his eyes from Wayne, back to the ceiling.

  He really believes me, Wayne thought.

  There was a sudden burst of lightning. It shone through the gaps in the curtains. It brightened the room for a few seconds before everything went back to darkness.

  Wayne wandered over to the side table and picked up the bloody knife. He hadn’t used it much since stabbing the boy’s feet, only for the odd surface slice. He had been entertaining himself with his favourite form of torture – strangulation.

  That was what gave him the most pleasure, made his penis stiffen and his heart beat incredibly fast.

  He wondered what sort of damage he had caused to the boy’s brain. He knew for a fact that constant choking, starving the brain of oxygen for small amounts of time, over and over again, had damaging effects on a person’s mental abilities – some more severe than others.

  The young man didn’t seem too bad, though. He still seemed quite with it.

  He was a strong one, considering all his injuries.

  A deep rumble erupted from the sky. The rain was still coming down hard, and the wind wailed through the trees. It sounded like somebody screaming. Wayne grinned.

  “It was a dark and stormy night,” he said. He gazed down at the boy. Dry blood covered his chest, legs, feet and stomach.

  Wayne headed into the bathroom. He didn’t bother turning on the light. At the sink, he turned on the tap and ran the dirty blade under the water.

  He brought the knife from under the spray, saw in the dim light that it was clean, so he turned off the tap.

  Another bolt of lightning.

  Wayne moved over to the window next to the sink. He flung the curtains aside and peered out at the storm.

  Rain hammered at the window – big fat drops. Through the wall of the shower, Wayne could just make out the other cabins. They were dim shapes, and as he looked farther to his right, he could see the fuzzy glow of the office lights.