Lust and murder in small town X

[MysteryWriter]

Starting tomorrow I am going to begin writing short 500 word or less stories all set in Smalltown X. Anyone who wishes my join in or not... The only rule is that your bit must be complete and under 500 words. If you introduce a character any other writer using that character should conform to your discription. The Stories can be about anything.

Unless the management disapproves I will begin tomorrow.

 

[Belilica]

MW,

Is this going to be something like a chain story? Just wondering if it's going to be in the Forums or submitted or what? If in here, pls let me know what the name of the thread is going to be so tht I can post. Thanks

-Bel

 

[MysteryWriter]

more plans

right here because it wont go in anywhere else since it is not a chain.

Each bit has to stand alone. The only common thread is that they all are set in smalltown x . Each story must begin and end on the thread. Then someone (not me) can pick the ones that fit best and submit it. Somewhat like the 'Naked Came The Stanger' novel of the sixties. I like this title for it so I am keeping it rofl. Now I am just one of the writers from this point on.

 

[MysteryWriter]

Eddie's place

The sign read Eddie’s place. Eddie, in spite of the spelling, was a woman. Well she was more or less a woman. Eddie did a little time for killing her boyfriend. If she could have afforded a better lawyer, she wouldn’t have done more than an hour. The public defender was young so the D.A. got him to cop a plea.

Eddie did three years in the slammer. In those three years she learned all about the joys of women. She had a certain status since she was a man killer. There were no men around so the other women swore Eddie had balls.

When I moved to Small Town X, Eddie’s was about the first place I stopped. I fell instantly in love with the bartender. Okay, it might have been lust, either way Eddie didn’t like the idea much. She threatened to kick my fat ass. Just before it came to blows, we struck a deal. I could have the bartender for a woman to be named later. It seemed as though it was time to pay the bill.

I had met Lori on my trip to the county seat. Wilson was about ten times as large as Small Town X. Which meant it had only 30,000 souls. STX had about 3,000 souls and one heel, me.

Lori worked in the courthouse where I did my research. I had come to town to write a novel. Lori was kind enough to pull the Sheriff’s records on the unsolved Maggie Evans murder for me. After a couple of days I screwed up the courage to ask her out. To my great surprise not only did she accept, she also put out on the first date.

We had made love so fiercely I was afraid my heart would give out. In the end I survived but barely. I was worn out and completely spent. I thought Lori was too until we arrived at Eddie’s. Eddie began to show here a lot of attention. She also grinned at me whenever Lori wasn’t looking. I even got a wink now and again.

“So Lori?” Eddie whispered. “How is the old man in bed?”

“Better than the young men.” That was said loud enough for me to hear.

“You know oral is the sign of a great lover. How is he at eating it hon?”

“Best I ever had,” Lori replied squirming.

“You obviously never had a woman. Only a woman really knows how to do it.”

“Well, I never had a woman, but I doubt that it would be better. I have had some great orgasms tonight.”

“Guess you will never know.” Eddie walked away. It played Lori’s mind.

After she had stewed a while I asked, “Do you want to try it, then you can tell her I am better?”

It took what seemed like ten minutes before she shook her head. Eddie took her into the rear. Thirty minutes later Eddie was declared the winner by the only judge Lori.

 

[MysteryWriter]

The hop-in

“Hello, my name is Nora. Can I help you find anything?”

“ I am just killing some time till the rain stops.”

“Okay,” she waited a long moment, then added, “You have the most beautiful hair.”

“Thanks it was a gift from my dad.”

“Not your mom?”

“No, Daddy had the silver hair. Mine came when I was thirty.”

“It is striking. At first you look old, then it kind of grows on you.”

“I think there is a compliment in there somewhere.” I smiled to let her know I was joking. “It is quite thrill for an old man when the prettiest girl in town notices you.”

“I STX were larger it would be a better compliment. I will take it as the best you can do.”

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“It means you seem more honest than most guys who come in here.”

“One look at you, and I am sure that they have the same evil thoughts that I am having now.”

She suddenly seemed much more worldly than she had before. It was something about the way she held her mouth. It could have been a glint in her eye. I might not have been able to put a finger on it, but I swear there was an invitation in the way she held herself. I wasn’t sure what the invitation involved. I just knew I was going to find out.

“So, would you like to have dinner with me?”

“Sorry, I am married. I thought you knew.”

“I guess I forgot.”

“Well, STX is way to small for that.” She must have noticed the sudden change in me. “Have you ever seen the storeroom in a convenience store?”

When she closed the door behind us, she moved into my arms. The kiss I had intended to use got misplaced. Instead of the gentle nibbling kiss, it was a absolute mind bending kiss. Within seconds I had her blouse out. It was exactly one heartbeat later that my hands began to run up and down her naked back I felt her press her hips against me. Every move she made seemed to be aimed at arousing me even farther. It seemed like she kissed and sucked on my tongue for hours. It it could have been no more than a few minutes.

Where the madness came from, I have no idea. The one thing I do know is that her skirt was up, and her panties were down before I knew it.

“No we don’t have time,” she gasped as I attempted to unbutton her blouse. It was certainly not my plan to be so fast, however she helped me reposition our clothes. I was inside her and moving while she slumped back against the wall. I would like to say I felt her orgasm but I can’t. I can tell you I did, I was just never was sure about her.

There might be a hint in the fact that it never happened again.

 

[Lisa CJ]

Tuesday Night at Eddie's

Eddie's was Eddie's before I took charge. Just happened that way, but I took it as a good omen. After three years in the pen I deserved a little good fortune. Didn't cost me nothing either. Even though Johnny was dead, the bums he ran with still owed him. As his girlfriend, the honour among thieves crap wasn't all that hard to enforce. Especially since I was the one who done him in. I think they figured if I would do Johnny in, I wouldn't think twice about offing them. So Eddie's was now mine. Cokeheads should never trade their taverns for drugs.
I didn't want any trouble. Usually nothing but the road crews doing maintenance on Highway 61 stopped in for a few beers before the long drive home. The county sent them in to work on the lone stretch of road that was the only path heading in and out of STX. No more than 100 people passed through town in a year's time, but it kept men working and kept the businesses alive.
In with the usual group of hardhats was a woman. She was tall and muscular and just as dirty and loud as her male co-workers, but she was young and blonde and staring at me.
"Hear you run a nice bar, Eddie," she grinned as she approached the bar.
"Nice enough," I responded.
She wore a plaid flannel shirt with the sleeves cut off, tied at the waist just above her navel. The asphalt-stained jeans hung low on her hips, and the more I looked her over the more turned on I got.
“What’ll ya have?
“Beer,” she answered in a smoky voice, reaching for the pack of cigarettes in her shirt pocket.
“Damn.”
I looked up to see her crumple the empty pack in her hand.
“There’s a machine in the backroom,” I offered.
She followed me down the hallway to the deserted poolroom. As she bent to put the coins in, I came up behind her and squeezed her ass.
She laughed and slowly turned. I looked up just as her lips met mine.
She slid her hand between my legs as her tongue explored my mouth.
I lowered the zipper of her jeans. I could hear the pleasurable moan deep in her throat.
My hand found the slight fuzz of hair, and then lower a large wet penis. I jolted back in shock.
“Sweet Eddie” she said between caustic laughter; “The boys told me you might like a good cock!”
Behind me the road crew had gathered in the doorway to witness their joke, laughing uproariously.
“I make a pretty girl,” the transvestite said, “but I still got all the equipment. A dyke like you should appreciate that – I can screw you like a man but love you like a woman.”
I twisted the penis still in my hand until the bastard screamed like the little girl he seemed to truly want to be. At Eddie’s, I always try to make everyone’s dreams come true.

 

[MysteryWriter]

donuts and handcuffs

Working graveyards in our county was exactly that. It was as quiet as a graveyard most nights. Once in a while like last night shit does happen.

I was sitting in the steak and egg, eating a day old donut. At the same time I was trying to promote the waitress, a youngish woman to be working the late shift.

I got a call that someone had found a dead body. All I had was an address in STX. You never know what you will find on a call like that. Sometimes it is a death by natural causes, a suicide, or even a murder. Murders in STX were few and far between.

"My God deputy someone killed her."

"Killed who?"

"My wife, somebody killed my wife."

"And where were you while the killing was going on?"

"I was parking the car." While he explained we had been walking toward the house.

"So you were parking the car and your wife was in the house. Had you two been out together?"

"Yes, we were at the club together. The country club over in Emery to be exact."

I arrived inside the house to a grisly scene. The woman had spilled a lot of blood before her heart stopped pumping..

I wrote down all the things I saw, then I called the detectives on the radio. After that, all I did was stand around looking stupid till my shift ended. I went back to the steak and egg. Nothing like a murder to get the juices flowing. Something worked Ellen came home with me.

“Damn Vern, what has come over you?” She noted my bewildered look. “That is the best sex I ever had with you.”

“Something to do with life and death I suppose.”

It must have been at least alright because she pulled me onto her again. I entered her easily the second time since her body was soaked with lubricant. I slipped deep into her already dilated body. I felt her soft flesh massage me as I moving inside her. It was a warm and wonderful feeling even if I couldn’t build to a climax.

Too damned old, I thought. Fortunately the response from Ellen was enough to keep me moving inside her until she had another orgasm. It did a lot for my ego to have made her orgasm twice. She cuddled up to me as she fell asleep. I tried hard to get the image of the pile of bloody rags with the woman’s body inside out of my head.

It was a sleepy little town things like that were not supposed to happen. But then, there was Ellen in my bed. So maybe it had been a good thing. I tried to sleep but the thought kept flying through my head. Ellen’s body did no more than tire me out. Sleep eluded me until Ellen left me. I slipped into the dark with thoughts of life, death, and sex rolling around in my head.
Working graveyards in our county was exactly that. It was as quiet as a graveyard most nights. Once in a while like last night shit does happen.

I was sitting in the steak and egg, eating a day old donut. At the same time I was trying to promote the waitress, a youngish woman to be working the late shift.

I got a call that someone had found a dead body. All I had was an address in STX. You never know what you will find on a call like that. Sometimes it is a death by natural causes, a suicide, or even a murder. Murders in STX were few and far between.

"My God deputy someone killed her."

"Killed who?"

"My wife, somebody killed my wife."

"And where were you while the killing was going on?"

"I was parking the car." While he explained we had been walking toward the house.

"So you were parking the car and your wife was in the house. Had you two been out together?"

"Yes, we were at the club together. The country club over in Emery to be exact."

I arrived inside the house to a grisly scene. The woman had spilled a lot of blood before her heart stopped pumping..

I wrote down all the things I saw, then I called the detectives on the radio. After that, all I did was stand around looking stupid till my shift ended. I went back to the steak and egg. Nothing like a murder to get the juices flowing. Something worked Ellen came home with me.

“Damn Vern, what has come over you?” She noted my bewildered look. “That is the best sex I ever had with you.”

“Something to do with life and death I suppose.”

It must have been at least alright because she pulled me onto her again. I entered her easily the second time since her body was soaked with lubricant. I slipped deep into her already dilated body. I felt her soft flesh massage me as I moving inside her. It was a warm and wonderful feeling even if I couldn’t build to a climax.

Too damned old, I thought. Fortunately the response from Ellen was enough to keep me moving inside her until she had another orgasm. It did a lot for my ego to have made her orgasm twice. She cuddled up to me as she fell asleep. I tried hard to get the image of the pile of bloody rags with the woman’s body inside out of my head.

It was a sleepy little town things like that were not supposed to happen. But then, there was Ellen in my bed. So maybe it had been a good thing. I tried to sleep but the thought kept flying through my head. Ellen’s body did no more than tire me out. Sleep eluded me until Ellen left me. I slipped into the dark with thoughts of life, death, and sex rolling around in my head.
Working graveyards in our county was exactly that. It was as quiet as a graveyard most nights. Once in a while like last night shit does happen.

I was sitting in the steak and egg, eating a day old donut. At the same time I was trying to promote the waitress, a youngish woman to be working the late shift.

I got a call that someone had found a dead body. All I had was an address in STX. You never know what you will find on a call like that. Sometimes it is a death by natural causes, a suicide, or even a murder. Murders in STX were few and far between.

"My God deputy someone killed her."

"Killed who?"

"My wife, somebody killed my wife."

"And where were you while the killing was going on?"

"I was parking the car." While he explained we had been walking toward the house.

"So you were parking the car and your wife was in the house. Had you two been out together?"

"Yes, we were at the club together. The country club over in Emery to be exact."

I arrived inside the house to a grisly scene. The woman had spilled a lot of blood before her heart stopped pumping..

I wrote down all the things I saw, then I called the detectives on the radio. After that, all I did was stand around looking stupid till my shift ended. I went back to the steak and egg. Nothing like a murder to get the juices flowing. Something worked Ellen came home with me.

“Damn Vern, what has come over you?” She noted my bewildered look. “That is the best sex I ever had with you.”

“Something to do with life and death I suppose.”

It must have been at least alright because she pulled me onto her again. I entered her easily the second time since her body was soaked with lubricant. I slipped deep into her already dilated body. I felt her soft flesh massage me as I moving inside her. It was a warm and wonderful feeling even if I couldn’t build to a climax.

Too damned old, I thought. Fortunately the response from Ellen was enough to keep me moving inside her until she had another orgasm. It did a lot for my ego to have made her orgasm twice. She cuddled up to me as she fell asleep. I tried hard to get the image of the pile of bloody rags with the woman’s body inside out of my head.

It was a sleepy little town things like that were not supposed to happen. But then, there was Ellen in my bed. So maybe it had been a good thing. I tried to sleep but the thought kept flying through my head. Ellen’s body did no more than tire me out. Sleep eluded me until Ellen left me. I slipped into the dark with thoughts of life, death, and sex rolling around in my head.
Working graveyards in our county was exactly that. It was as quiet as a graveyard most nights. Once in a while like last night shit does happen.

I was sitting in the steak and egg, eating a day old donut. At the same time I was trying to promote the waitress, a youngish woman to be working the late shift.

I got a call that someone had found a dead body. All I had was an address in STX. You never know what you will find on a call like that. Sometimes it is a death by natural causes, a suicide, or even a murder. Murders in STX were few and far between.

"My God deputy someone killed her."

"Killed who?"

"My wife, somebody killed my wife."

"And where were you while the killing was going on?"

"I was parking the car." While he explained we had been walking toward the house.

"So you were parking the car and your wife was in the house. Had you two been out together?"

"Yes, we were at the club together. The country club over in Emery to be exact."

I arrived inside the house to a grisly scene. The woman had spilled a lot of blood before her heart stopped pumping..

I wrote down all the things I saw, then I called the detectives on the radio. After that, all I did was stand around looking stupid till my shift ended. I went back to the steak and egg. Nothing like a murder to get the juices flowing. Something worked Ellen came home with me.

“Damn Vern, what has come over you?” She noted my bewildered look. “That is the best sex I ever had with you.”

“Something to do with life and death I suppose.”

It must have been at least alright because she pulled me onto her again. I entered her easily the second time since her body was soaked with lubricant. I slipped deep into her already dilated body. I felt her soft flesh massage me as I moving inside her. It was a warm and wonderful feeling even if I couldn’t build to a climax.

Too damned old, I thought. Fortunately the response from Ellen was enough to keep me moving inside her until she had another orgasm. It did a lot for my ego to have made her orgasm twice. She cuddled up to me as she fell asleep. I tried hard to get the image of the pile of bloody rags with the woman’s body inside out of my head.

It was a sleepy little town things like that were not supposed to happen. But then, there was Ellen in my bed. So maybe it had been a good thing. I tried to sleep but the thought kept flying through my head. Ellen’s body did no more than tire me out. Sleep eluded me until Ellen left me. I slipped into the dark with thoughts of life, death, and sex rolling around in my head.

 

[MysteryWriter]

what is going on

lately everything i send gets doubled at least. I must not be living right. I know I should read back before i hit submit but hell it was perfect when I sent it. I thought so anyway.

 

[Lisa CJ]

The Lake

“The brake job alone is gonna cost you about $1100,” the mechanic said, running a greasy hand through his already slick hair. “Not to mention a new alternator and water pump.”
The car hadn’t cost me but half the brake job; there wasn’t any way I was going to put three times that into the ragged out convertible. The old man I’d bought it from told me the car would last for years. Being stranded in STX with a dead car and a gloating mechanic with dollar signs in his eyes was ruining an already rotten business trip. I had to make it to Huntington by Monday morning or the whole deal was off. And I was out of a job. I felt like I was in an episode of “The Twilight Zone” – small town, one diner, one garage, and one bank, all closed on Sunday.
“Tell you what,” I smiled, “how about I sell you the car for parts, plus a ride to the nearest airport.”
“Nah,” he shook his head, “got no need for foreign parts. Car ain’t worth the wheels it’s sittin’ on.”
“Can you at least give me the ride? Keep the car – I just have to be somewhere and time is critical.”
“Sorry lady, Boss has the wrecker pulling old man Keyes’ pick-up outta STX lake.” The mechanic cackled – “Keyes tied one on last night and ended up taking a midnight swim.”
“Isn’t there any way you can help me? I can’t afford the repairs and no one knows I’m stuck here.”
I instantly disliked the change in his expression; he could hear the desperation in my voice.
“Well,” he grinned at me with yellow teeth, furtively glancing around surveying for anyone approaching; “I could sure use a little ‘company’ if ya know what I mean. Might give me the extra ‘kick’ it’ll take to get your car back on the road.”
I was an experienced trade-maker; bartering with favors of varying degrees was my modus operandi in the field for my company. This was a bit out of the ordinary; however I was not above making the trade if it would get me to Huntington.
It was over fairly quickly, his orgasmic grunt the only sign of his satisfaction. I didn’t think much about it; just another case of getting screwed in the process of finalizing a deal.
Climbing off the hood of the car where he’d used me, I found him pilfering through my wallet and pulling out my last $50.
“I don’t know what you think you are doing; we made a deal, and it didn’t include money.”
“Deal’s changed, ah…Maggie Evans,” he leered, reading my driver’s license before tossing it to the ground. As he approached me I saw the large wrench in his hand.
I only felt an instant’s pain as it connected with my skull; then darkness. My last thought was that one day both the ragged out convertible and I would be found at the bottom of STX lake.

 

[MysteryWriter]

campground blues

My wife lay sleeping beside me as I eased out of bed. The eerie green light on my Timex told me it was 2a.m. I debated not attending the meeting. I had missed them before. No one really seemed to mind much.

Then again it was best not to miss too many. Reverend Hayes didn’t take kindly to men who skipped meetings. His paranoia was probably a good thing. All things considered his paranoia might be justified. If my wife noticed me leave, she didn’t give any indication.

The drive to the state park was down a winding road. The road was bad at high noon, at 2a.m. it was devilish. I drove past the campground. Then to the picnic shelter a couple of miles down the dead end road.

The meeting hadn’t begun when I arrived. I spent a couple of minutes greeting the others. They were all either from STX or the area. The others were all men. Some were middle class, some slightly lower on the scale. I fell into the lower middle class.

“Could I have your attention Gentlemen.” It Reverend demanded. “I know you all are anxious to know why I called this meeting. There are strangers in STX. One of them is looking into the Maggie Evans death. In the process he may uncover a lot more.”

There were mumbles all around me. Nobody wanted life in Small Town X to change. All of us knew we had it good and wanted to keep it that way.

“The writer is staying in this very campground.” The Reverend took a hard look around him in the glow of the lanterns. He probably couldn’t see the faces of the men in the rear but everyone was worried. “He is a problem but there is a more pressing one.”

I knew the more pressing problem, hell, everyone did. The Reverend just loved to make it seem more dramatic than it actually was. We had taken care of the same kind of thing twice before. Sure it went against our grain. It was definitely unfair. It was also necessary.

“We must attend the town council meeting to protest the issue of a business license. We can not allow Water Boy products a foothold here. If we so that things will remain as they are. We can use the same arguments we used against bottled water in the grocery.”

Heads nodded and words were whispered. Nobody wanted things to change. Small Town X was the sexiest place on earth. It had to do with the well water we drank. It wasn’t some naturally occurring thing. One of our residents was a chemist. Without anyone’s permission, he had begun it. As men for one reason or another found out, they were sworn to secrecy. There were rumors that men had been killed to protect the secrets.

The meeting broke up with the decision made to again protect our secret and the plan laid. I drove home to my sexy wife.

 

[MysteryWriter]

I began driving home from the stupid city counsel meeting. I had been one of the decorations for the homeowners. It was a farce. The Water Boy would have gotten the Feds involvedm, if we hadn’t.

Hell that little additive in the water didn’t hurt anyone. All it did was lower the inhibitions of the town folks. Women still said no, if they wanted to. Women still had headaches. Kids still didn’t have sex at the drop of a hat.

What it did, was give a woman the option of saying yes without a stigma being attached. Somehow that made all the difference. It acted like a couple of drinks on a woman’s inhibitions. Okay, it also did a little hormonal thing to keep them in a slight state of arousal. But hell that was a good thing.

As a matter of fact, I was on my way to see Lucy Morgan. Lucy was a neighbor of my sister. Hell, my sister would probably see my car, but she wouldn’t tell. Nobody in STX ever told. It was probably because they were either doing the same things, or had done them.

When I arrived at Lucy’s house, she met me in the drive with a very passionate kiss. She could afford to be bold. Like I said nobody gave a damn.

She tore at my clothes even as we walked into the house. My belt was open before we reached the front porch. My snap was open as I pulled the screen door outward. My zipper down before the wooden door’s bolt went home.

Lucy was on her knees with my tool in her mouth, before I had time to get my underwear all the way down. Her warm wet mouth and rough tongue were making my knees weak. To be on the verge of orgasm was a familiar sensation. Lucy could keep me on the edge for long periods of time.

She seldom allowed me to orgasm in her mouth. She much preferred to feel it inside her body. As usual she stood quickly then removed her clothes. She knelt on the floor then lowered her upper torso onto the sofa cushion. I knelt behind her, then inserted myself into her. I thrust in and out slowly at first then faster. I was glad she was already turned on since I couldn’t have waited long. I came inside her, just as she began what was almost a scream.

We rearranged our clothes, then sat on the sofa to catch our breath. I kissed her sweetly before I stood to leave.

“I was sorry to hear about your wife hon. Do they know who did it?”

“Not yet, I am not sure they ever will. They might just have to give up on it.”

“Well, it ain’t got nothin’ to do with us.”

“True, I will try to get by on Sunday for a while.” With that I left the house by the front door for the world to see.

 

[MysteryWriter]

ranger jane

Of all the horny women in STX, Ranger Jane at the campground was the worst. She might have drank more water than anyone else, or she might just have been a little hot pants chick to begin with. Whatever caused it didn’t really interest her, or the men who came to the campground to get laid.

What Ranger Jane lacked in looks, she made up for in technique, that and pure enthusiasm. Ranger Jane loved sex. She loved to have a man inside her body. She didn’t much care which opening he used.

When I met the Ranger, it was at the campground outside of STX. Lori and I were making love in my camper when she knocked on the door. I had been in town two weeks and no one knocked on my door before. The camper was made from a minivan so there was no room to stand. The very best I could do was to slip on my pants before I swung the door open. I opened the door only after I peeked out the curtains. All the murder research made me just a little paranoid.

Ranger Jane looked past me at the naked body of Lori. Well Lori was covering herself with a sheet, but it was obvious that she was naked under it. Just as the fact that I wore only pants was an indication that I had recently been naked.

“Could I speak to you outside?” the ranger asked.

“Sure,” I turned my attention to Lori. “I will be right back.”

Once outside Range Jane spoke first. “Look it really isn’t any of my business what you do here, but that is a married woman. I know her from the court house. She also has a very large and very jealous husband.”

“She told me that. I think it is why most of the time we only do oral. No evidence you know.”

Ranger Jane flinched. She bit her lip then spoke in a whisper. “Isn’t that a bit uh boring. I mean after the tenth time or so.” She was looking me hard in the eye. The invitation was there.

“Well, I have to admit.” My voice kind of trailed off.

She looked down when she asked, “Can you do it more than once a night?”

“After an hour’s rest I am fine to go again.” I waited her out. I wanted to see if I was reading her right.

“Then I suppose I will be seeing you later.”

“I suppose. Wait until the yellow car is gone. The jeep looking thing is mine.”

“I know, I have been keeping an eye on you.”

“Now why is that?”

“The same reason Lori hot pants is in your camper.” She continued to look at me like a piece of meat.”

“Well do you want to join us?” I asked it not having any idea how Lori would feel about it.

“No I never share on the first date. I will be back.”

 

[wildsweetone]

one glass was enough

Silver helmet completely covered the head, black leathers covered from neck down, black leather gloves and black boots with silver buckles completed the ensemble.

All this sat astride the biggest motorbike I ever laid eyes on. And grunt! Wow! You never heard anything grunt like that motor did.

The motor switched off at the flick of the key. The leather squeaked a bit, but sure looked good on the body that strutted into the diner.

I couldn't see one speck of skin, so I just stared at the black visor.

"I'd like a glass of water ma'am," a male voice drawled.

I handed him his glass with ice tinkling. "That'll be a dime thanks."

He handed me payment and I threw it on top of the til, watching as he lifted the visor just enough to push the straw through. He tilted his head back. I stared at his adam's apple bobbing as he sucked the straw and swallowed the whole glassful.

"You want another?" I asked.

"Yes ma'am. I'd like another please."

"You'll have to come out back, I don't hold stocks of it up here," I walked into the storeroom without looking back to see if he was following.

He followed alright. As I bent to open another crate of the bottled water, he'd slammed the door shut with his boot, unzipped those tight leather trousers, lifted my skirt, pulled my panties aside and slipped his cock straight and deep inside me. I yelped, grabbed the edge of the crate for balance and pushed back against him. Within moments he came deep inside, grunting hard, hands on my arse.

I pulled out a bottle, uncapped it and held it behind me. He took a long swig and thrust deep into me again. My muscles clenched against him, pulling him in and I bit my lip to stop from screaming as I came.

He moved away, tidying my panties and pulling my skirt down for me. By the time I turned around, he was on his motorbike. By the time I got to the door, he was gone leaving a cloud of dust and roaring echoing around the buildings.

Just one of the few strangers who pass through the STX, unimportant to most, but one whom we could nonetheless add to the survey.

 

[Lisa CJ]

Sister's Sojourn

Maggie and I had never been close. She was the eldest of my siblings and the most successful. My parents had decided that I was to be the ‘pretty daughter’ whose only value was in attracting a wealthy husband and continuing the Evans bloodline.
This pecking order had been altered by Maggie’s murder. Maggie now gone, I experienced an epiphany – one that convicted me to travel to STX to solve the mystery of her murder.
My first stop in STX was a roadhouse called “Eddie’s”. A row of Harleys out front were parked like an ominous picket fence the length of the tavern.
“New in town, or just passing through?”
The masculine woman tending bar placed a mug of beer in front of me. Obviously, she didn’t take requests.
“Just passing through.”
Her response was a salacious grin, brown eyes boldly scanning my body.
I sipped the bitter beer, managing to keep it down. The woman flexed her tattooed biceps in crude flirtation.
“Might stay awhile; any recommendations for cheap lodging?”
“STX don’t got a motel; most set up at the campgrounds about 5 miles out. Take 61 out to Keyes Farm, then north on the dirt road about 2 miles to STX Park. Don’t charge much, and there ain’t no time limit.”
“Sounds perfect!”
Actually, the idea of camping in my rented van repugnant.
I held out $5, but the woman stopped me.
“It’s on the house,” she smiled with a glint in her eyes; “But only if you show your pretty young face in here again soon.”
“Sure,” I managed a smile, avoiding her eyes.
“Good,” she said. “I’m Eddie. And I expect repayment for the beer…”
I nodded as I headed for the door. I knew what she implied.
The campground was exactly where Eddie had said – a small clearing with concrete pallets on which to park your RV. Thinking my van would look out of place, I was relieved to see another minivan parked at the far end of the campsite. Beside it, a large, rugged man with silver hair stoked a rusty grill. There were about a half dozen Winnebagos parked around the campsite. I could see through the window of one a big screen television and heard a child call to her mother she was coming in for supper. I quickly assessed this was more than a typical campground; it seemed a small community of long-term vacationers, vagabonds, and spirits of the road. I had no idea how long I would be among them; but if any could shed light on Maggie’s murder I would stay as long as it took.
I drank a bottle of Evian I’d brought in abundance, and watched the sun set.
I’d seen a Park Ranger’s jeep make frequent circuits through the campsite. That was some comfort, having never camped alone before. Even so, I knew I would be sleeping with one eye open every night I remained in this odd little campground on the outskirts of STX.

 

[wildsweetone]

the delivery

I slowed the motorbike, parking beside the minivan. Getting off, I walked around it. All the windows were closed. The door handle was locked.

A woman in a Ranger uniform showed up. "Can I help you?"

"I'm looking for the owner of this minivan. Know where he is?" I spoke through the silver helmet.

"He's gone into town for supplies. Can I help?"

"No. Is there somewhere I can rest up around here?" I asked. "I need a wash and a meal."

After a long appraisal, "You can come back to my place.”

I followed her, parking my bike by her cabin.

The campground was noisy, kids playing outside campervans, a couple of rat-like dogs barking. I didn't take much notice of them as I watched her cute arse walk up the three steps onto the porch of her cabin. Controlling the rising wave of lust, I followed her into the dimness of the room.

"You can shower in there," she waved me towards a door, turned her back on me and began pulling pots from the kitchen cupboards.

I hurried with washing, putting my clothes back on while my stomach growled loudly. Walking out, I saw she'd laid the table for two. I moved behind her, my hands on her shoulders. She moaned as I massaged her tense muscles.

"Don't stop," she begged. I smiled, letting my fingers work their magic. I knew what would come next. She slid the pots away from the heat, switched the knobs off, and turned in my arms.

The kiss was long and hungry. Her arms went around my body and I shivered as her fingernails scraped up my back. She moaned again as I sucked on her tongue. When my fingers found her nipples she pushed hard against me.

"I want you," I groaned. She grabbed my hand and led me to the couch-bed. We stripped quickly, desire hot in us both. Our screwing was hard, fast, fantastic and over in four minutes.

We dressed and ate our meal.

"So then, what brought you to STX?" she asked.

"I have a delivery for the writer."

"Oh?" plucked eyebrows rose.

"Yeah. I'll wait for him, pass on this delivery and be on my way."

"You're welcome to stay here with me."

"No, it's ok. I just wanted a wash and meal. Thanks for the offer though.” She came to the door to see me off. Turning, I kissed her hard.

I drove back to the minivan. A large man with silver hair stood by the door of his van.

"This is for you." I handed him the envelope. He ripped it open impatiently.

"Ah, just what I was waiting for," he smiled and went into his minivan.

I peered through the grime on the window. He drank deeply from the glass, put it down and grinned as he read the contents of the letter. I'd seen that look before and knew that Small Town X was in for a shake up.

 

[wildsweetone]

His heart had given him another scare, but that wasn't what he'd told his wife. As far as she knew it was just a little infection on his lungs. Trouble was, she fussed over him until he felt like screaming at her to fuck off.

He was proud of himself at managing to quell that urge so far. Instead, he'd got her to drive him to work and leave him there for a couple of hours. It was so good to be away from her for a while.

As the almost retired senior barrister of the law firm, his workload had been minimised. He pottered around, cleared his desk and decided to have a little fun while he waited for her to collect him.

Opening the door, he called his secretary into the room. She was tall with legs in stockings that looked like they went all the way up to her damn neck. Watching her sit cross-legged with her notebook and pencil was a complete turn on for him.

When he dictated his letters to her, he had to look out the window to help keep his concentration steady. Unfortunately, he'd discovered that if he stood just at the right angle, he could watch her reflection.

He began dictating his letter to the STX Council members. His eyes on the pane, he watched as she spread her legs wide open. He saw the tops of her stockings, the pink flesh above, the black straps of her garter belt. His heart pounded in his chest as he ripped his gaze away. He knew his dictation was off the wall, but what the hell, today was just for fun.

He grabbed at his chest as he watched her fingers slide up inside her skirt, the red material gathering as her hand moved upwards. He stared, dictation forgotten as her fingertips touched her hot looking pussy. As she rubbed her clit he was gasping for air. When she let her head roll back and rubbed her body vigorously, his hand rubbed against his aching hard on. When she came, tiny drops oozed from his cock staining his trousers. His body shuddered. His coughing fit covered his orgasm, kind of.

She straightened herself up. With his back to her he told her to type up the letter. When she left the room, he turned and collapsed in his chair. His breathing centered and his heartbeat slowed.

He thought about the predicament his brother was getting deeply involved with. As a professional writer and researcher, he should know better. But there was going to be no stopping him.

He concentrated on the papers she handed him without looking up at her face. Reading them, he sprawled his spidery signature across the bottom.

"Thank you dear, post it today please."

She went out without a backward glance. The door almost spun on its hinges as his wife walked in. Sighing, he closed up his jacket, stood up and let her take him home.

 

[MysteryWriter]

I sat at the table, in the public library, reading the police report on Maggie Evans. According to the autopsy, she had been in the lake at least thirty days probably longer. Longer made sense, since her cell phone hadn’t been used in forty-five days. Up until the last day, she used it at least three times a day. It stood to reason something compelling stopped her use. My guess was the odd shaped hole in her skull was the culprit.

The small yellow car and Maggie might have gone unnoticed forever, if the young black man hadn’t hung his favorite fishing lure on the windshield wiper of the car. It had been hard to free, so he slipped over the side. Hell in July he needed cooling off, he told himself. Eight feet down he came face to face with Maggie. He almost drowned when he tried to scream.

Police scuba divers took over. The tow truck driver was a bit shaky as he pulled the small car from the lake. Maggie was still buckled into the seat.

If it hadn’t been for the large dent in her head, the sheriff might have thought she ran off the road into the late. It had happened before.

Only after they recovered the body did anyone notice the flyer from her hometown police department. She had been missing about a month. It appeared, no one had missed her for a couple of weeks. She traveled a lot according to her parents.

“Excuse me,” the young woman said. She stood over me seemingly interested in the type written pages in my hand. “Are you really a writer?”

“That depends on who you ask. I can give you a list of people who would definitely saye no. On the other hand I have a few fans who think I am. So it is a wash.” I looked at her. “Is there some reason you asked, or is it just idle curiosity?”

“I have a novel running around in my head. I just wonder if I could write it. Maybe you would like to write it for me. Kind of collaborate on it.”

“I am sorry. I only write solo. Tell you what, I know this lady on the Internet who would love to write with you. Let me give you the information on how to contact her.” It was a rotten trick to play on the teacher, but hell life is no fun if it is predictable. The librarian was thrilled. I was free to continue wading through the lack of evidence.

The killer was either smart, lucky, or watched movies. Either way water destroys most trace evidence. Trace evidence had become all the rage.

I folded the police report while I gave the librarian one last look. She wasn’t all that bad. She did seem to be flirting. Damn I loved STX even if I didn’t know why. I had to fight myself not to rub her ass on the way out..

 

[MysteryWriter]

filler up

So Joanne, you gonna tell me what the problem is, or do I have to guess?”

“Lonnie, the problem is I want to have sex more often than you do. I dream about sex with other men.”

“Oh is that all? Honey dreamin’ ain’t the same as doin’. I don’t mind. I know you would never really do it.”

“What if I did Lonnie?” Joanne’s eyes were on the floor.

“Well, I guess there wouldn’t be much I could do about it.” He thought about the understandings of the men who knew the secret. They each swore to never get angry at their wives, or other men. He and all the others knew, it wasn’t their wives fault.

Joanne didn’t go on. She dropped it. She knew that it was going to happen and damn soon. She had even decided who it would be. The man was ten years her junior but it didn’t matter to her. It must not have mattered to him either since he asked her out.

That very night after supper she drove to the gas station where Michael worked. She filled up her tank. When she paid Michael for the gas they were alone. He smiled since he somehow seemed to know what she had in mind.

“You got to pay first Joanne, then I will do anything you want.”

“Her heart pounded at the thought of paying and of having Michael for a sex partner.”

“And how do I pay you?”

“You have to get on your knees behind this counter and blow me.”

She should have been angry or at least disgusted. She was neither. She was so turned on she dared not speak. Instead she moved around the counter. She looked out the window to see the Simmons boy pumping gas. He was looking away when she dropped to her knees.

She quickly unzipped Michael’s trousers. She fished inside his underwear until she could free his cock. It was only slightly larger than Lonnie’s but it excited her a hundred times more. She flicked her tongue over the head of it. She got a whiff of the musky smell and the stale taste of his body. Still it was exciting not repulsive. She used her hand to guide it across her lips. His thin lubricant covered her lips. She looked up to see michael’s eyes almost close as she forced his cock over there tightly closed lips. She rocked her head back and forth on his hard cock. She felt him grow in her mouth then felt the need in her to taste his cum.

When he began to cum she continued to force him in and out of her hot mouth. She in effect milked him. When he finished he did what she had hoped he would do. He pushed her back onto the floor.

Go home Joanne. Come back tomorrow night and it will be your turn.”

Joanne left feeling hopeful for a change.

 

[wildsweetone]

He thought I was sleeping when he sneaked out at 2am. He thought I didn't know he was off to one of those middle of the night meetings that only happen in STX. Oh, not that it worried me. But it would be nice if he kissed me before he left sometimes.

Within minutes of his leaving, a car came quietly up the drive. A door slammed shut then the lock on the front door turned and the third stair from the bottom creaked. I lay hardly breathing under the sheet, the blanket over my head.

His side of the bed dipped and naked flesh first stretched, then snuggled tight up against my back. A hand moved over my waist and stealthily cupped my breast. My nipple hardened instantly. When the finger and thumb squeezed it, I moaned. Hot fire burned through my body. I turned, melting as warm wet lips enveloped my nipple and suckled gently.

She sucked me softly, her fingertips finding my clitty and stroking. I came as she inserted the vibe. I had no idea she'd brought one. While my body was still pulsing, I moved down and suckled on her breast. When I flicked my tongue over her clitty, she came hard and fast, thrusting her hips against my face. I lapped her honey until she stopped shuddering.

Moving back up, we kissed deeply.

"I missed you Doc."

"I know honey, that's why I came tonight. I've been so busy filling forms out. It seems the writer has stirred things up around here. People are getting jittery. I need to make sure all the paperwork is in order."

"Everything's ok isn't it?" I sat up in bed and looked at her with concern.

"Yes love, it's all ok. The writer may have stirred up trouble, but it's nothing we haven't dealt with before." She smiled to waylay my fears.

Pulling away and dressing quickly, she spoke "I better get going now. I want you to come in to the surgery tomorrow. You need to have that mammogram done."

I stretched languidly. "Yes Doc, I'll see you tomorrow."

I watched as her cute tushy went out the door. God she has a great arse.

 

[MysteryWriter]

Eddie's place on friday night

. The place already had a full cast on the hot Friday night. Eddie had become genuinely fond of the older man who limped in. It had to do with his sense that everything was a joke for which only they had the punch line.

“So what is with the cane?” She asked.

“Arthritis in the hip aka old age. Anything interesting happening?” He asked the last as he looked about.

“Not yet but there will be.”

“I am sure you would know, but tell a visitor how?”

“See that man at the end of the bar?” she whispered.

“The one sitting alone?”

“Yep, nobody will sit by him, not even when we get full.”

“Why is that?”

“Because before the night is over there is a better than fifty fifty chance he will kick somebody’s ass.”

“Why do you let him come in if he is a trouble maker?”

“Oh he won’t start it.”

“I don’t understand. Does he come in to fight?”

“No, he comes in hoping Paris will show. Paris the woman not the city.” When he still looked blank she explained. “That is the Deacon. He and Paris were lovers. They would meet here every Friday after work. She just disappeared a few months ago. He still comes in every Friday he says it was all he knows to do.”

“So he comes in to whine about it and someone tries to shut him up?” The writer asked but Deacon didn’t look like a whiner or a drinker to him.

Eddie laughed. “No writer, all the women around here think it is just too, too romantic.” Eddie made a face. “One of them will try to take pity on him. He will politely refuse but someone will get pissed.”

“What do the cops say about this Paris?”

“Writer, women run away from lover in STX all the time. That is what they figure happened. Most come back.” The large gray haired man nodded.

When it happened it was almost exactly as Eddie had predicted. A woman went to talk to Deacon, then she went to talk to a table with three men. One of the men approached the bar, then demanded an apology.

“Go away piss ant before somebody steps on you.” He growled it loud enough for everyone to hear.

“This time you get stepped on Deacon,” the man said looking back at his two friends. As they rushed to his aid, the writer and the Deacon moved as if choreographed. Deacon didn’t wait. He broke the nose of the man standing beside him. As the other two tried to rush to the bleeding man’s aid. The writer tripped one with the cane. He twirled the cane like a cheerleader’s baton, then jabbed the third one in the stomach. The deacon was on the way to finish them off but stopped as one of them held up his hand like traffic cop. He was finished.

Deacon and the writer exchanges smiles no more.

 

[Lisa CJ]

The Awakening of Jane Doe

Ranger Jane Doe parked her jeep behind the bathhouse accommodating the campers in STX Park. Binoculars raised, she monitored the activity within the minivan at the end of the campsite. Voices were raised in anger, and momentarily the door opened and Lori emerged. As Lori walked away from the van, Jane saw the “Silver Fox” – as she had taken to calling him – standing by the door. He was shaking his head and laughing.
Jane allowed Lori to walk to the campground gates before pulling the jeep up beside her.
“You gotta long way home.”
“I’ll call a friend.”
Jane Doe smiled – “I’ll give you a ride.”
Lori was relieved. She’d been hoping the Ranger would offer. Home was 10 miles away, and she really had no friends to call. Lori climbed in the jeep.
They drove in silence until Lori noticed they were heading toward the mountains instead of town.
“Where are we going?” Lori asked casually. As she looked to Jane for an answer, Lori saw the gun Jane was pointing at her.
“Thought you might like to see my cabin,” Jane responded, still watching the road. Gets lonely up in the hills.”
Lori’s silence was fear.
“Go in,” Jane ordered, giving Lori a nudge in the back with the barrel of the gun.
The cabin was dimly lit.
“Lie down,” Jane commanded. Lori didn’t move – until she was pushed onto the large bed.
Suddenly, Lori found Jane kneeling over her, pinning her arms down and forcefully tying her wrists to the massive wood bedposts.
Lori’s mind was numb except for the single thought of escape. But the knife in Jane’s hand aborted that idea.
“You’re a pretty little thing,” Jane smiled slyly as she reached down and unbuttoned Lori’s shirt. With one quick slice from her hunting knife, Jane cut the center strap of Lori’s silky bra. Jane’s eyes glistened as she saw Lori’s small breasts exposed.
Lori closed her eyes. The ropes binding her wrists were painful, but nothing compared to the fear and humiliation overwhelming her.
Jane’s chapped lips were biting the hard tips of Lori’s breasts. Lori quivered as she felt Jane force her legs apart and move down between her legs.
She hated it, but Lori was helpless to the arousal Jane’s assault on her was producing…body tingling, hot liquid oozing onto Jane’s eager tongue.
Jane was close to orgasm merely licking Lori’s body. She loved men and enjoyed them any chance she got. But her promiscuity with men merely shrouded her deeper desires for women.
Now she had this feminine body under her - wet, quivering and ready to cum…
Jane jerked awake hearing the glass of water in her hand shatter against the floor. She felt moistness between her legs and after a moment realized she had been dreaming.
Leaving the broken glass on the floor, Jane grabbed her car keys. In fifteen minutes, her jeep pulled into the parking lot of “Eddie’s” bar. Jane remembered Eddie’s motto: “Where dreams come true”.

 

[wildsweetone]

a witness?

Running behind the garage I vomited my lunch up. Stunned disbelief surged through me as I realised what I'd just seen.

He'd killed her, I knew it. He'd hit her with the wrench on the back of the head. While I watched, she slumped to the greasy floor.

His self-satisfied look as she crumpled shocked me. He'd enjoyed doing it! I heaved some more, holding my stomach as dry retching overwhelmed me.

"Hey boss. You all right?" He swaggered towards me. I backed away.

"I'm fine. I must have eaten something bad for lunch," I tried covering up my reaction to what I'd seen.

"You want me to call the Doc?" he asked.

"No! No, I'll be fine. I just need to sit down for a while. Carry on working. I'll go sit in the office for a few minutes." I straightened up arms wrapped tightly around my stomach, and walked through the parts area to the office. My furtive glances saw nothing untoward. No body lay on the floor, no blood. Maybe I'd imagined the scene.

I fell into the office chair, resting my head against my arms on the desktop. The stomach cramps were easing a little. I took a few deep breaths.

"Here you go boss," startled I looked straight into his eyes. He held the glass of water out to me. His hands steady, his eyes unblinking.

I took the glass and gulped its contents. He moved behind me. I shivered as his hands rubbed against my shoulders. My mind glazed over. Drifting into a fog, I realised his hands felt good as they moved over my body. I leant back against the chair as his hands slipped inside my shirt, inside my bra. He squeezed my breasts, rubbing my nipples. I gasped as he pinched them hard.

The zip on his overalls moved down quickly as I held it between finger and thumb. He wore nothing underneath. My hand slipped inside and pulled out his hard cock. Its flesh moved as I stroked him. He moaned as I took him into my mouth. I nibbled him teasingly, sucked him wantonly. His fingers grabbed my hair as he thrust deep into my mouth. I sucked hard feeling him expand in my mouth. The veins on his cock throbbing against my tongue. I sucked hard and fast. I wanted this murderer so bad.

His cum hit the top of my mouth. I swallowed a mouthful, gagging on the second. Cum spurted all over my face, warm thick and wet, dripping onto my clothes.

Letting my hair go, he pushed my forehead away from him. When I reached to lick him clean, he slapped my face.

"Get away bitch! Go clean yourself up." He walked out of the office zipping up his overall.

Still dazed I cleaned myself, walked to my car and drove home. I fell asleep before my head hit the pillow only to dream of bodies and wrenches. The second murder I'd witnessed had been as bad as the first.

 

[wildsweetone]

Wilson's Chief Inspector looked over the paperwork. Sighing, he moved from behind his desk, rubbing the bridge of his nose. At 11.30pm he'd been working for 41 hours straight. He needed a break real bad.

He walked down the station into the canteen. The coffee was disgusting, but it usually held enough kick to keep him on his feet. He poured himself a cup of the thick black liquid, helped himself to a cake from the cabinet and sat down stretching his legs out.

Mulling over the circumstantial evidence he'd seen he felt Maggie Evan's killer wasn't far away. The case seemed alarmingly similar to another a few years back. Unfortunately he didn't quite have the proof he needed to put that guy in the slammer, maybe this time he'd see justice done. Most of what he'd read had been heresay though. He needed hard evidence. He needed the murder weapon.

The pathologist report confirmed she'd died from being struck behind with a blunt weapon. He had no information of any witnesses seeing what happened, no evidence of a weapon. The only person who knew anything would be the person who had seen her last, the mechanic at the garage. He was going to have to take a trip over to STX tomorrow.

The waitress appeared from the storeroom with a jug of milk. She walked from behind the counter and sat down opposite him. He raised an eyebrow as she poured some milk into his coffee.

"Freshly acquired for you Chief," she grinned. His blood pressure shot up a notch.

"I'm finished for the night. Want to come home with me?" he asked.

"Sure thing Chief."

He watched as she put the jug in the sink. Taking the apron off her rounded shape he marvelled at women's ability to give birth and return to relative normalcy within three months.

She switched the lights off as they walked out the door. Snuggling close to him as he drove, she let her fingertips wander over his chest. She nibbled on his ear, whispering how she'd love him tonight. Her hand slipped low as she caressed him through his jeans.

"Please baby," was all it took. She unzipped him, holding his manhood in one hand, she bent and sucked him softly. The car jerked a little. She licked him lightly, her tongue circling his tip, tasting his juices. He turned the corner, she took him deep into her warm wet mouth and sucked him hard. He nearly drove off the road as he shuddered. She took all he gave her, cleaning him gently.

He pulled up outside the door of the house. Tomorrow he'd go to STX. Tonight he'd take his wife up to bed loving her as he knew only he could.

 

[Quint]

Lemme tell you a little something 'bout the Stones.

Shirleen Stone owned the old pig ranch in the outskirts of town. She was the subject of more than her fair share of rumors. Turns out that the majority of the squealin' coming from her place wasn't just from the slaughterhouse.

If you know what I mean.

But it's her daughter that's the subject of this tale. Becky. Now there was a whore with a heart of gold, and I mean that more literally than most. That girl could suck the money out of your pocket and absorb it just as quickly as her greedy mouth could drain your cock. Cash or cum, it was all the same to her. God, I loved that girl.

Well, anyway, one day she was on her knees slurping away on me and making cute little snorting noises, when I get this weird feeling, like I shouldn't be there. Well, that was just crazy. No place was better than in the sloppy depths of that girl's mouth. So I kept humping her face, feeling my balls getting tight and preparing to send her a paycheck of white gold, when I get the durned feeling again. Well shoot, nothing like premonitions of death to ruin a good blowjob! I made my apologies to Becky--poor girl didn't know what she'd done wrong--, zipped up, and left.

As I'm pulling out of the driveway, I see this other guy kinda lurking behind the shed. Hey, no skin off my ass if somebody else wants a nice suck-off. No sense in both of us going home with blue balls. So I drive off and think none the more of it. So the next morning I open the daily paper. Front page: Becky was raped. The guy did a number on her, too, but left no evidence. As far as I know, Becky was a strictly-oral kinda gal, and the man was having none of that. My stomach gave a funny little lurch, and I tried to remember anything about the guy I'd seen when I left last night. Nope, not a thing. A fellow doesn't really focus on things like age, weight, and height of another fellow when he's suffering from forced abstinence.

I decided to do the neighborly thing and check on the poor girl. She answered the door herself. Damn, was her face a mess! It looked like something you'd toss into the feeding trough. So much for a feel-better-soon blowjob. She didn't really have much to say, and I sure as hell didn't; we'd never had conversation, just sex. I offered a coupla general platitudes and beatitudes and made a relieved exit.

Going back home, I kinda felt self-reproachful. I mean, the girl had just been subjected to torture, and here I was, thinking of nothing but "Where the hell am I gonna get another fine mouth like that?" Heroism was as foreign to me as Lifetime Movie Network, but I decided right then and there that I was gonna catch Becky's rapist and bring him to justice...

 

[MysteryWriter]

slavery

The sex slave idea was beginning to obsess Ranger Jane. It had started with the one thought of tying Lori to the bed. After that the idea began in invade her thoughts. It was foolish fantasy she told herself for a while.

When she began to plan the logistics of it, she should have shut it all down. No one ever came to the ranger cabin so it would be possible. Naked and tied to the bed certainly did have an appeal to it.

The ranger cabin was far enough into the woods so that she could scream and not be heard. Hikers had their own trails, hunting was not allowed, she could get away with it. The head ranger, for all the park services told her that she could sunbath nude if she wanted. The isolation hadn’t really appealed to her until that moment.

She smiled at herself just to remind herself that it was simply a day dream. A second later she began thinking where she could keep the slave while she was at work. Leaving her loose was not a real option. Chained to a post was an equally bad idea.

It was summer,so the wolf pen would work. She would be forced to do something different when winter came. The outdoor chain link fenced area would never do in the cold. That thought brought up and even more unpleasant one, what would she do if the slave got sick, or for some other reason had to be disposed of. Could she do it?

Well those were all things for another day. She had a plan that would work for the next six months. After that she would just have to improvise.

The slave would definitely be a woman. A prissy woman would work best. Find one that was a bit docile then would be able to bend her will. The slave might even become willing or at least reconciled to her role. Deep in the recesses of her mind Jane hoped not. She didn’t realize it consciously but conquering was the game not sex.

Where to get the slave? Definitely not the campground. Women who camped were far too strong willed to accept slavery without a hell of a struggle. She had enjoyed Eddie’s, but the red neck women there were not likely to be docile enough to match her needs.

There was that yuppie bar in Huntington. It had fascinated her the one time she went there. Even the men were docile there. She could dress up femie and follow one to the ladies. There was probably a back door to the place. If she waited until late the woman would probably be a little drunk making it all the easier. The place stayed crowed right up till closing time. Sure, no one would notice a couple of ladies going to use the facilities.

It was a good thing that it was only a fantasy, she thought. Cause it would be much too easy.