tonight.”
Jeremy paused, considering.
“Already wore that pussy out, anyway,” he said turning around.
Mark lept forward, ready to tear the door off of its hinges and pummel Jeremy into gruel. Alana stepped in his way.
“Mark, no,” she said.
Mark kissed her gently on the forehead, then easily and gently lifted her out of the way, setting her behind him.
Jeremy walked to his car in a huff, and didn’t see the man hurtling toward him like a lightning bolt. He turned around just in time to see a blur tackle him, slamming him to the pavement.
Mark felt an animal freedom in unleashing himself on the man’s face. With each overwhelming fist hammer into the man’s face, he felt a shock of bestial pleasure. The man whimpered and cried, begging him to stop. Eventually Mark did, mostly to catch his breath for a few seconds before putting this man out of his pathetic misery.
“Mark! Stop Mark!” he heard it as if from far away, but felt Alana’s soft touch . His arm froze in midair, a split second from resuming their destruction of what was left of this man’s body and spirit.
Mark’s eyes, wide and red with rage, unclouded. Never had he felt such a deep and immediate need to destroy. He usually considered himself a pacifist, of all things. It had been a long while since he had dealt out a whipping like this.
“Come on, Mark. Let’s go inside,” she said, guiding him off the ground. His eyes never left Jeremy.
“I never want to see you again,” he said, and left it at that.
Jeremy drank a bottle of Jack Daniels alone, weeping as he drank. He’d found a little spot on a hill near the motel parking lot, and was realizing that all things considered, he didn’t blame Alana. No, not Alana, and not even her new boyfriend. The fact of the matter was that, aside from himself, there was one other person who was responsible for him sitting on this hill right now, face looking like ground beef. Tammy. The name played in his mind over and over, even as he emptied the bottle and stumbled to the motel to check in.
Entering, he saw a gorgeous black girl at the counter, talking to the desk clerk about a new room.
“…and the toilet seems to have just stopped working. Could you get me another room key?”
“Sure thing, little lady,” the clerk, a pudgy man with a mustache, responded. He pulled a key off the wall and handed it to her.
At first, Jeremy’s drunken mind mistook her for Alana, but something else gave him pause. That voice, where have I heard that voice before?
“Great, here are your keys back, Tom. I’ve got my stuff right here. And thanks!”
“You’re welcome, Ms. Thompson.”
“Oh Tom. Just call me Tammy,” she said.
Jeremy’s eyes widened in disbelief. He smiled, inwardly celebrating his good fortune. That bitch is mine, he thought.
As Tammy walked by, Jeremy smiled and nodded, being sure not to say anything. Tammy avoided making eye contact, rushing out of the door without a word of acknowledgment. You fucking cunt. Too good for me, huh? We’ll see.
“ May I help you sir?” the desk clerk said warily, eyeing his battered face carefully.
“Actually, I forgot my wallet in the car. Give me just a second.”
“Alright. I’ll be here.”
Jeremy exited through the glass door of the motel reception, trying to rush without looking suspicious. Talking to the desk clerk had been necessary to stop it from seeming like he was doing what he was doing. He also needed for Tammy to have a slight head start so she wouldn’ t see him following right away.
Jeremy got around the corner of the office just in time to see Tammy’s hips swing their way up the stairs, her generous ass taunting him from within her form fitting dress.
Gonna have that ass, tonight, he thought, smiling greedily. His mouth watered in anticipation of his delicious and unsuspecting prey. On the second floor, Tammy turned a corner, still not suspecting him. He walked down the corridor naturally and softly, only a
Jeremy paused, considering.
“Already wore that pussy out, anyway,” he said turning around.
Mark lept forward, ready to tear the door off of its hinges and pummel Jeremy into gruel. Alana stepped in his way.
“Mark, no,” she said.
Mark kissed her gently on the forehead, then easily and gently lifted her out of the way, setting her behind him.
Jeremy walked to his car in a huff, and didn’t see the man hurtling toward him like a lightning bolt. He turned around just in time to see a blur tackle him, slamming him to the pavement.
Mark felt an animal freedom in unleashing himself on the man’s face. With each overwhelming fist hammer into the man’s face, he felt a shock of bestial pleasure. The man whimpered and cried, begging him to stop. Eventually Mark did, mostly to catch his breath for a few seconds before putting this man out of his pathetic misery.
“Mark! Stop Mark!” he heard it as if from far away, but felt Alana’s soft touch . His arm froze in midair, a split second from resuming their destruction of what was left of this man’s body and spirit.
Mark’s eyes, wide and red with rage, unclouded. Never had he felt such a deep and immediate need to destroy. He usually considered himself a pacifist, of all things. It had been a long while since he had dealt out a whipping like this.
“Come on, Mark. Let’s go inside,” she said, guiding him off the ground. His eyes never left Jeremy.
“I never want to see you again,” he said, and left it at that.
Jeremy drank a bottle of Jack Daniels alone, weeping as he drank. He’d found a little spot on a hill near the motel parking lot, and was realizing that all things considered, he didn’t blame Alana. No, not Alana, and not even her new boyfriend. The fact of the matter was that, aside from himself, there was one other person who was responsible for him sitting on this hill right now, face looking like ground beef. Tammy. The name played in his mind over and over, even as he emptied the bottle and stumbled to the motel to check in.
Entering, he saw a gorgeous black girl at the counter, talking to the desk clerk about a new room.
“…and the toilet seems to have just stopped working. Could you get me another room key?”
“Sure thing, little lady,” the clerk, a pudgy man with a mustache, responded. He pulled a key off the wall and handed it to her.
At first, Jeremy’s drunken mind mistook her for Alana, but something else gave him pause. That voice, where have I heard that voice before?
“Great, here are your keys back, Tom. I’ve got my stuff right here. And thanks!”
“You’re welcome, Ms. Thompson.”
“Oh Tom. Just call me Tammy,” she said.
Jeremy’s eyes widened in disbelief. He smiled, inwardly celebrating his good fortune. That bitch is mine, he thought.
As Tammy walked by, Jeremy smiled and nodded, being sure not to say anything. Tammy avoided making eye contact, rushing out of the door without a word of acknowledgment. You fucking cunt. Too good for me, huh? We’ll see.
“ May I help you sir?” the desk clerk said warily, eyeing his battered face carefully.
“Actually, I forgot my wallet in the car. Give me just a second.”
“Alright. I’ll be here.”
Jeremy exited through the glass door of the motel reception, trying to rush without looking suspicious. Talking to the desk clerk had been necessary to stop it from seeming like he was doing what he was doing. He also needed for Tammy to have a slight head start so she wouldn’ t see him following right away.
Jeremy got around the corner of the office just in time to see Tammy’s hips swing their way up the stairs, her generous ass taunting him from within her form fitting dress.
Gonna have that ass, tonight, he thought, smiling greedily. His mouth watered in anticipation of his delicious and unsuspecting prey. On the second floor, Tammy turned a corner, still not suspecting him. He walked down the corridor naturally and softly, only a
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