by Alden Odessa
I had no idea how long it would be before, or if, the new girls would work, so right now it was all on Allie and Katie. Mostly Katie, as Allie still had the bum leg. Depending on what business would be like over there, I may have to move girls over.
I would also work on recruitment over the next few days, but staff would be a little thin, and I had found that it was wise to have strength in numbers. So I didn’t really know what my recruitment process would be like let.
But I’d let her know.
She nodded through all of this, agreeing with what I was saying. There were other things I had to figure out as well. Basic needs. We would need to make a run to The Upper Bottoms at some point for certain items. Not to mention, I needed things like a refrigerator and new beds and stuff like that. I had no idea how I was going to do all of that.
An option will present itself, I’m sure.
But for now, I was tired. I needed rest and some—relaxation.
There was something I needed to talk to Betty about without the other girls being present, and I didn’t quite know how to do that. If I even looked over at them, they would be suspicious.
“Can I check on the girls before I go to sleep?” I asked Betty, to which she gave me a very odd look. I subtly tried to wink at her without the other girls seeing me do so. She picked up on it.
“Uh, sure,” she said and stood up with me and walked into the next room.
In that room, Bogo was lying in bed, and Courtney had cuddled up next to him. I decided to go one more room, where Stephanie, Emily, and Bridget were sleeping. They all seemed sound asleep, so I turned to Betty and whispered to her.
“Did you notice anything strange about April?”
“More than usual?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“Oddly, yes. She was acting weird. What happened to her today, she didn’t really talk about it?”
“Well, we went to where she sp—where she first remembers being.”
“I got that much, but nothing about her second trip out of the motel.”
“She was at the same place. She’s just looking for answers,” I said.
“She was acting really weird tonight; she had something.”
“What?”
“I don’t know,” Betty said. “She was holding something, but I couldn’t see what it was.”
“What?”
“I could be imagining that. Her hand was closed. Her right hand, it was closed the entire time we were talking. Her left hand was just normal, but she kept her right hand clenched.”
“You noticed that?”
“I’m observant.”
“I’m sayin'!” I said, almost laughing at the situation.
“She’s fine, it was a weird day for her,” Betty said. “At least that’s what I chalked it up to.”
“I guess,” I said, “tell ya what. Stay in here tonight. Let April stay with me. I’ll see what else I can get out of her.”
“Okay,” she said.
I thought for a moment. I thought about my night. Emily was still in there too. I thought about her. Her beautiful face and smooth skin. The way her ass felt when I squeezed it. The way those men came on it.
The way it pissed me off.
The way that it made me want to beat the shit out of those men. The way that it made me want to hurt her. To punish her. To punish myself.
“Tell you what,” I said to Betty, “I’m going to have Emily stay in there tonight, too.”
33
Two the Hard Way
They were naked and sitting on the edge of the bed in front of me. I took off my clothes next and stood there, looking them over.
I could still barely look at Emily, and I didn’t want to look at April.
When I did, April looked back with those big doe eyes, in them, fear and confusion. I don’t know if she didn’t know why she was there or if she didn’t understand why Emily was there.
Or maybe I was misreading it, and she was mad that Emily was there.
Good. Maybe it’s time to teach April a lesson. Let her know I can’t be hers, that I didn’t belong to anybody. While I’m at it, I’ll teach Emily a lesson too. That she belongs to me. She was mine.
I stepped forward and took my dick in my right hand, and with my left, I grabbed the back of Emily’s head. I pulled it forward and put my dick in her mouth. I pressed her head down, making her take my dick, even though she wasn’t resisting.
I almost wanted her to resist. I wanted to force her to do this.
“Did any of those men have cocks like this,” I said as I pulled her back by her hair, unforcefully.
“No master,” she said, playing the submissive.
“That’s right, I am your master,” I said and then put her mouth back on my dick. I watched her as I moved her head back and forth.
I looked over at April, who wasn’t looking at Emily, almost like she couldn’t; instead, she was looking at me. “What about you, you want this?”
“Yes,” April said, uncomfortably, “master.”
“Too bad. Watch.”
“What?”
“Watch her suck my dick.”
Was she about to cry? She almost looked like she was about to cry. I felt it, in the back of my mind. I heard a voice, a voice telling me that what I was doing was wrong. This wasn’t the right way. This wasn’t who I am.
I told that voice to shut the fuck up. I’m Buster fucking Rockknocker, and this bitch will do as I tell her.
I moved my right hand to the back of Emily’s head and took my left hand and moved it to April’s head. Fixing her line of sight, so she was watching Emily blow me. “Watch!” I said, holding her head in place.
I focused my attention back to Emily. “Did you like those other men fucking you tonight?”
She mumbled something, unable to speak, so I pulled her head back again. “What?” I asked. Anger in my voice.
“No Buster,” she said, out of breath. “Not like I like to fuck you.”
“You want to fuck me?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Master,” she said. I pulled back on her head, more forcefully this time. “Yes, master! Please fuck me!”
I lifted her up and flipped her around and bent her over the bed. I took my hand off of April and clutched Emily’s ass and with my other hand grabbed my dick and rammed it into Emily. It slid in just like I thought it would. I didn’t ease it in; I put it in with force. She groaned in pleasure and pain.
“Fuck me Buster! I love your cock the best!” she screamed.
I kept slamming into her as hard as I could. I wanted to punish her for taking those other men in her tonight. I looked over at April. She was trying to move away from us.
“Stop!” I said to April, pointing at her. “Get the fuck over her and eat her pussy!” I was commanding her; it wasn’t a question. She looked scared, scared at my tone. “Now.”
She did as she was told and leveraged herself between the small frame of Emily and the bed. She got her face and mouth up there and dove into her muff gingerly. So I rammed hard, so I was pushing Emily’s pussy into her face.
I continued doing this, until I could feel April’s hand, trying to grab hold of my cock. What the hell was she trying to do?
I pulled out of Emily and shoved her onto the bed where she flipped and landed on her back. April thought this was an invitation.
It was not.
I pushed April aside and got onto the bed. I took Emily’s legs and put them on my shoulders and got on top of her. I then started pile-driving into Emily, using the broken-down springs of this shitty bed to bounce harder than I was before. I was drilling her into the bed, and she kept screaming my name over and over.
April crawled onto the bed and got next to us, she put her arms on me and started to pull on my body; she was wrecking my rhythm as all I wanted to do was punish Emily right now. I looked at April; she had sadness in her eyes, a longing that had not been there before.
It annoyed the fuck out of me.
“Fuck me, Buster,” she said, in a hushed tone as she pulled harder on my torso.
I’m at a loss. April clearly wants me, but I need to teach her a lesson.
Fine.
I pull out of Emily and grab April by the arm. I do it with enough sudden force that it scares her. I turn her around and then move my hand to her head and push it down into the bed, and with my other hand I pull her ass up into the air. I treat her like I did the last time; I take my dick and I ram it into her. Not slowly like she liked before, but forcefully. Like I’m making a statement.
And I am.
I ram her harder and harder until she is moving up the bed from my force. I am fucking her so hard that it is lifting her body; I continue to do it until she has no way to go any further. I pin her face and upper body against the wall, and I keep going. Thrusting into her harder than I have ever done to any woman before.
She’s so tight, and it feels so good that I’m about to come. She can sense this and begs for me to come in her. She is screaming into a pillow now, I can’t tell if it’s pleasure or pain, but either way, she wants my come badly.
I’m not going to give it to her.
I look at Emily. “Turn over,” I say to her. She looks at me with confusion. “Turn the fuck over!” I say again, in a way she would not misunderstand.
April wasn’t paying any attention to what I was saying. She just kept screaming for me to come in her pussy.
As I was about to come, I pulled out of April and threw her off of the bed. She landed on the ground next to the bed and looked up at us, shocked and disheartened.
I moved over and grabbed Emily’s ass, pulling it next to me. I got that creamy white ass right up next to my dick and started jerking off. I looked over at April; she was shocked at what I was doing. She wanted this; she didn’t want me to be with Emily; she wanted to be in Emily’s place. I could see the anger and jealousy building in her face.
Good. I’m not yours.
I squeezed Emily’s ass cheek and thought about those sick fuckers that had screwed her tonight. How mad I was at them; how angry I was at her. I hated her right now. I was going to show her what her masters come felt like shooting onto her ass.
And I did.
I stopped jerking and let the come shoot out in thick ropes across her soft ass, load after load until the streaks covered it.
I then slapped my dick on her ass cheek, finishing off my orgasm. She looked so beautiful, and now she knew who was in charge.
April too.
Exhausted I flopped onto my back beside Emily and looked up at the ceiling. Who was I now? What was this man I had become? I was having another thought, something profound, I could feel it coming but the thick fog of sleep came over me almost instantly.
The last thing I remember is the sound of April, standing and moving to the nightstand and opening it and then I woke up in the most wonderful of dreams.
34
Doug
I’m lying on top of her, her skin is so soft, and she smells like citrus. A creamy citrus, with sandalwood.
We are kissing, and her lips taste like her body smells, only sweeter. I rub my hands down the side of her body, and I rhythmically glide in and out of her. She is kissing me passionately, rubbing her hands on my back as we make love.
My eyes are closed, and our bodies are pressed together as one. I pull away from her mouth and press my arms on the bed, to push myself upwards. I want to look at her. I open my eyes; she is so gorgeous, so soft and small beneath me. How am I so lucky to be with a woman like this?
My darling Emily.
She opens her eyes to meet mine and moves her hands up to my head, putting them into my hair. She smiles at me. She is glowing. Then her eyes closed and she bites her bottom lip, and she thrusts her groin into mine. She tilts her head back; she is coming, as am I.
I let the sensation wash over me, and I lay my body back on top of hers, and we embrace as we both climax together, she almost purrs with delight as my fluids mix with hers.
This is perfect, the perfect climax together. I finish and leave myself inside her as we hold each other. I lean my head up and gently kiss her on the mouth. Our mouths open and our tongues softly dance together.
We do this for moments. Maybe seconds, maybe minutes, maybe days.
Maybe a lifetime.
Finally, I roll off of her, and she cuddles up next to me, her soft, pale white skin next to mine. Her head lies on my chest. I am at peace, content. I could stay here forever.
Before I drift off to sleep, I open my eyes for one moment intending to look down at the top of her head, so peaceful lying there on top of me, nestled between my arm and my chest.
But my eyes never look that far down. My head is looking upwards when I open my eyes, and I am struck with a thought. A question.
Where am I?
This is not The Side Light Motel where I am spending my last night before moving to the even uglier Show-Tel. This is a bedroom, a lovely bedroom. A house. I am in a house; motels aren’t this nice. Maybe a hotel, but not a motel, especially not the type I could afford.
I finally look down, Emily is already asleep.
I see the rest of the room. It is what I thought, a nice bedroom in a nice home. I’ve been here before. Is this a dream? Is this a dream of a dream?
Is this reality?
Is Emily my wife?
Is this my home?
I feel like it is.
I gently slide out of bed, doing my best to not disturb her slumber. The carpet is so plush that I stand there for a moment and just enjoy its feel beneath my feet. It feels like home.
I am naked, so I walk over to the closet to get dressed. I can smell the faint scent of bacon; it’s coming from downstairs. I don’t know if it’s real or if I imagine it, but it’s there, and it makes me hungry.
Is it morning?
I don’t remember sleeping, but it must be, there is the hint of light behind our dark curtains.
I get inside the closet and put on my customary outfit. Black slacks, a black button-up. Black shoes and socks. I go to the bathroom and look myself over. My hair doesn’t look like I’ve even slept. It’s perfectly combed. Should I shave? It seems like I missed that task yesterday. I leave it; I’d rather go downstairs and make breakfast.
I walk out of the bedroom and down the stairs. I don’t know if this house is as nice as I think it is, or if this is just because of all the time I have been spending in The Lower Bottoms. Either way, it’s a breath of fresh air.
Speaking of fresh air, I can feel a draft, like someone left a window open. I turn the corner after the stairs and follow the smell of bacon to the kitchen. That’s when I see him.
He is a chubby man, not fat, but still overweight. He appears to be average height, but I can’t be sure because he is sitting down. He has pale skin, not beautiful pale like Emily, but pale like a man who didn’t get outside much. He was not handsome but wasn’t ugly. He had sandy blond hair with a reddish tint. He was nothing special. He was just normal. And I wondered what he was doing in my kitchen. Eating my bacon.
“Who are you?” I asked.
He said nothing at first, so I repeated myself.
“Oh, hello,” he said, and then pulled up a napkin to wipe his face. He was wearing khaki pants, and a striped blue button-up shirt. Nothing said, “suburban white male” as well as this outfit.
How do I know this?
“Again, who are you?” I repeated myself for the third time.
“I’m Doug.”
A wave of realization came over me as suddenly I realized that this man was not a stranger. I knew him. I just couldn’t quite remember from where.
“I’m Buster,” I said.
“Well, duh,” he said. “Have a seat. You want some bacon?”
I walked over to the table and got a good look at the kitchen. There was a door that led outside. It was open, and I didn’t know why, but I felt like I should. I sat down
at the table, and Doug lifted the plate of bacon.
“Would you like some?” he asked.
“Not right now, thank you—why is the door open?” I said abruptly.
He sat the plate back down and looked at me. “Because I’m leaving.”
“Where are you going?”
“I don’t know.”
“Why are you here, Doug?”
“I used to live here, remember?”
“Sorry, I don’t.” Did I buy this house from him, is that what he means?
“Buster,” he began, “do you understand what has happened to you?”
“I don’t follow.”
Doug leans back in his chair and looks me over. He smiles at first, and then a look of sadness washes over him. “You broke sync.”
“I promise you I don’t know what that means.”
“Makes sense you wouldn’t. That’s okay. It’s the price you pay for playing the game.”
I didn’t know what he was saying, but it was clear he thought I was something I was not. He knew me, but maybe he actually thought I was someone, or something, else. I looked at him and then I looked back out the open door. It was daylight; it felt like it had been a really long time since I had seen daylight.
“I think maybe you should leave, Doug.”
“I am. But you need to know something.”
“What’s that.”
“Once I walk out that door, Buster. I’m not coming back,” he said, leaning forward, putting extra weight on his next words. “Ever.”
“Okay,” I said with an air of skepticism.
“At least, not without a lot of work and a little luck on your part, or maybe some help.”
I didn’t know how to respond since I didn’t know what to respond to. Nothing he was saying made any sense to me and honestly, I just wanted him to walk out the door.
He stood and pushed his chair back under the kitchen table. He then turned and walked to the door leading outside. He got to the doorway and looked back at me, and then he looked all around the room and smiled, once again, followed by a look of sadness.
“I will miss this place,” he said. He then looked directly at me. “Goodbye, Buster.”
