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I initially told you this would be a three-part story.  It will be a five-part story.  I do hope you enjoy it, all of it.

 

PART 3

MARVIN PUT THE KEY into the lock of the motel room’s door.  The middle-aged woman from the bar had her arm around his neck.  He could feel most of her weight leaning on him.  Her knees buckled again.  He squeezed her tight around the waist and held her up for the fourth time.

He looked over his shoulder to see if anyone was in the parking lot.  He looked quickly to his left and right and pushed the door open.  Holding her up he pulled her inside the room and shut the door and locked it.  Only then did he touch the wall to his left and flip the light switch up.

The bed had a green blanket on it.  The carpet was dark green.  A cheap table and two chairs sat in the center of the room.  The walls were a grimy looking off-white.  They were probably white at one time, he thought.

He dragged her over to the bed.  One of her heels came off along the way.  He tossed her on the bed.  Her body bounced on it and stopped.  She mumbled a few incoherent words.  He looked down at her and smiled.  He then leaned over and put his hands on her thighs.  Her dress was hiked up revealing red panties.  He stood up and admired his catch.  She was his prey for the night.  It was time for him to devour her like a wild animal, he thought and grinned.

He reached under her dress and grabbed her panties and pulled them down.  He pulled the left side and then the right side, alternating sides until her panties were down her thighs and just above her knees.  He then slid them down to her ankles and took off her other heel as he pulled the panties off.  She moved her head and mumbled.

“Shhhh,” he said and dropped the panties on the floor.  He then pulled her dress up to her waist.  Then he got behind her on the bed and lifted her upper body.  With her leaned back against him he pulled the dress up and over her head.  She was not wearing a bra.  He grabbed her breasts and massaged them.  “Firm breasts for a woman your age,” he whispered.

His eyes strolled down her nude body.  He licked his lips.  “You’re going to be a good one,” he said.  He could barely restrain himself.  No rush, he thought.  Still, he hurried and took off his clothes, pulled her legs apart, and climbed on top of her.  He took hold of himself and pushed himself inside her.

Her eyes opened wide.  She gasped.  His hand went over her throat.  “Wait,” she whispered.  He ignored her.  She pushed her hands against his chest.  “Please, wait.”  She gasped.

“Why?” he asked, irritated.  She was supposed to be drunk.  No conversation.  No resistance.  “Why am I waiting?”

She swallowed and panted.  “Because,” she whispered.  He asked her because what.  “Promise me.”  He asked her to promise what.  “I don’t this.”  He stared down at her in disbelief.  “I don’t.  This means something to me.”

He tried to hide how annoyed he was.  He was not going to have a conversation with this woman.  She was a drunken slut.  A stranger.  This was going to go one way.  His way.  And then he was going to end it.  He was not making any promises.

“Just promise me,” she said.  He was getting mad.  She was going to ruin this.  “Don’t hurt me.”  He told her he could not promise her that.  She looked terrified.  “Then…Then I’ll give myself to you.  Just don’t hurt me too much.”  He told her he could do that.  He started again on her.

“Wait,” she said, holding her hands in the air.  He exhaled and stared down at her.  She looked too afraid to touch him again.  Maybe he would hurt her just because if she did.  “Just one more promise.  Please.”  He told her this was it.  No more stopping.  “Promise me you’ll give yourself to me if I give myself to you.”  His annoyance was showing on his face.  “Please.  I don’t have sex with just anyone.  But if we’re giving ourselves to each other we’re making love.  Then I can be uninhibited in what I’ll do for you.”

He paused and sighed.  “I promise,” he said.  “I’ll give myself to you.”  He figured that was the least he could do for her.  If a little lie relaxed her and made her more willing, why not tell her what she wanted to hear?  He began to aggressively take her.

For the next two hours he took her every way he could imagine.  Even when he knew she did not like some of what he did, he did it again and again.  She was just a vessel.  Nothing about her was important.  She was close to fulfilling her purpose.

He moved faster and faster.  Then he groaned loudly and collapsed on top of her.  She lay under him panting.  It took him a minute to roll off of her.

She curled up in a ball with her back to him and cried.  He lay beside her, panting.  After a few minutes he turned and looked at her.  He liked her body.  It was sturdy.  She could take a lot of abuse.  He rolled over close behind her.  He stroked her long, thick dark hair.  He pushed her hair away from her neck.  She was actually a good looking woman.

But, he could not keep her.  No one could know what he did.  No one could ever know what he does.  He had a life to protect.  And she was probably going to say he raped her.  All that crying and regret would win people over to her side.  He clenched his fists and opened them and brought his hands up.

He hated it.  Finally, he found someone who he wanted to hurt and pleasure.  A rare find she was.  But he could not keep her.  He had to end it.  Should he choke her or break her neck?  That was the only question.

She looked over her shoulder.  He dropped his hands.  “I need to go to the bathroom,” she whispered and sniffed.

He paused and thought, no.  Then he changed his mind.  Why not?  It was her last time.  “Go ahead,” he said.  “But keep the door open.”

“Okay,” she said in a weak timid tone.  She slid off the bed and walked gingerly to the bathroom.

He watched her, proud of what he had done.  Guarantee what little time she has left she will never forget it, he thought.  He craned his neck to watch her.  What a body, he thought.  What a waste.

He listened to her peeing.  Her urine hitting the water in the toilet bowl was relaxing to him.  It was like a calm stream.  Maybe he would do her again before he got rid of her.  A farewell gift, he thought.

 

In PART 4, don’t make promises you can’t keep.   

 

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Thanks

Stephen