of headlights coming down the road. “Now you better just walk away while most of you is still functional.”
Beth did. She walked back to her car, crying the whole way. She sat in the driver’s seat and watched as Devin went in to get a key, knowing that Jezebel was going to try to fuck him out of spite. Knowing also that once the symphony of temptation began, Devin wouldn’t be able to resist. And she had made it happen.
She couldn’t say why she did it, but the second Devin went through the gate, she ran to the check in counter.
“Give me the room next to the guy you just checked in,” She said to the clerk.
“I can’t really do th…” the clerk started.
“I’ve got a thousand dollars in my purse,” Beth said. This was the emergency money she carried since Y2K –you never know when the machines will be down. “You ring it up however you want, but I want to be in the room next to them.”
“Certainly miss…”
“Umm,” Beth’s mind raced, searching for a fake name, “Sigourney Weaver.”
What Beth didn’t know was that it was customary to give out the rooms further away from the stairs first, so other people walking by after checking in wouldn’t bother the occupants. She probably just wasted a thousand dollars.
“And here’s your key. Room 212.” The clerk said, handing her the key. “We’ve got you down for two hour…” The clerk trailed off. He had been talking to her back since handing her the key, now he was just talking to an empty room.
Beth made her way to the room quickly, went in and shut the door behind her. She wasn’t sure why she was here. Maybe to listen? Maybe she could hear if they were having sex? Maybe Devin would turn her down? She wasn’t even sure if she would be able to hear with the wall between them and what was she going to do if they were having sex? Burst in on them? “A-ha!” she would yell as she watched her husband hammering this tan slut like a tenderizer pounding at a flank steak.
Then what? Walk back out?
She could hear the muffled sound of talking coming from the room next to her, but couldn’t make out the words. She leaned her ear to the wall and was able to make out part of the conversation:
“Now we can play.” Jezebel said.
“Come on, Jez, I told you I can’t have sex with you anymore. Can we please just talk about the pregnancy?”
“We’ll get to that, but you already brought me to The Place, it seems like your wife is going to think you did whether you did or not. You might as well…”
“It’s not about my wife knowing, Jez, it’s about me not wanting to. I don’t want to lie to her anymore. I just want things to go back to normal.”
“Well we won’t have sex then.”
Beth leaned away from the wall, relieved. The faintest smile starting to form. Devin turned her down. She propositioned him and he said no. He wanted things to go back to normal. He didn’t want that whore at all.
The room beside was silent for a time, then she heard the voices again, still muffled. She leaned back to the wall to hear the end of their exchange.
“Seriously, Jez, we had a good time, but I just need it to be over. If you need any more legal advice, just call me, but this? This has to stop. I have to stop seeing you.”
“I know, honey, I wasn’t fucking around. I just need the cash and I’ll leave you alone.”
“Alright, then,” Devin said, “I’ve got about six-hundred in my wallet. It’s yours.”
He was giving her the kiss off once and for all. They were going to be just fine. Score one for Mary Anne!
Beth heard Jezebel walk out of the room and shut the door behind her. She heard her footsteps pass room 212. She couldn’t resist the urge to watch her walk away. She hoped she could see her face. She hoped she would look defeated. Beth cautiously opened the door. Even then, she opened it only a fraction of an inch. She wasn’t even sure what she was afraid of. It’s not as if anyone ever saw
Beth did. She walked back to her car, crying the whole way. She sat in the driver’s seat and watched as Devin went in to get a key, knowing that Jezebel was going to try to fuck him out of spite. Knowing also that once the symphony of temptation began, Devin wouldn’t be able to resist. And she had made it happen.
She couldn’t say why she did it, but the second Devin went through the gate, she ran to the check in counter.
“Give me the room next to the guy you just checked in,” She said to the clerk.
“I can’t really do th…” the clerk started.
“I’ve got a thousand dollars in my purse,” Beth said. This was the emergency money she carried since Y2K –you never know when the machines will be down. “You ring it up however you want, but I want to be in the room next to them.”
“Certainly miss…”
“Umm,” Beth’s mind raced, searching for a fake name, “Sigourney Weaver.”
What Beth didn’t know was that it was customary to give out the rooms further away from the stairs first, so other people walking by after checking in wouldn’t bother the occupants. She probably just wasted a thousand dollars.
“And here’s your key. Room 212.” The clerk said, handing her the key. “We’ve got you down for two hour…” The clerk trailed off. He had been talking to her back since handing her the key, now he was just talking to an empty room.
Beth made her way to the room quickly, went in and shut the door behind her. She wasn’t sure why she was here. Maybe to listen? Maybe she could hear if they were having sex? Maybe Devin would turn her down? She wasn’t even sure if she would be able to hear with the wall between them and what was she going to do if they were having sex? Burst in on them? “A-ha!” she would yell as she watched her husband hammering this tan slut like a tenderizer pounding at a flank steak.
Then what? Walk back out?
She could hear the muffled sound of talking coming from the room next to her, but couldn’t make out the words. She leaned her ear to the wall and was able to make out part of the conversation:
“Now we can play.” Jezebel said.
“Come on, Jez, I told you I can’t have sex with you anymore. Can we please just talk about the pregnancy?”
“We’ll get to that, but you already brought me to The Place, it seems like your wife is going to think you did whether you did or not. You might as well…”
“It’s not about my wife knowing, Jez, it’s about me not wanting to. I don’t want to lie to her anymore. I just want things to go back to normal.”
“Well we won’t have sex then.”
Beth leaned away from the wall, relieved. The faintest smile starting to form. Devin turned her down. She propositioned him and he said no. He wanted things to go back to normal. He didn’t want that whore at all.
The room beside was silent for a time, then she heard the voices again, still muffled. She leaned back to the wall to hear the end of their exchange.
“Seriously, Jez, we had a good time, but I just need it to be over. If you need any more legal advice, just call me, but this? This has to stop. I have to stop seeing you.”
“I know, honey, I wasn’t fucking around. I just need the cash and I’ll leave you alone.”
“Alright, then,” Devin said, “I’ve got about six-hundred in my wallet. It’s yours.”
He was giving her the kiss off once and for all. They were going to be just fine. Score one for Mary Anne!
Beth heard Jezebel walk out of the room and shut the door behind her. She heard her footsteps pass room 212. She couldn’t resist the urge to watch her walk away. She hoped she could see her face. She hoped she would look defeated. Beth cautiously opened the door. Even then, she opened it only a fraction of an inch. She wasn’t even sure what she was afraid of. It’s not as if anyone ever saw
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