Finishing the biscuit, which tasted disgusting, Sam washed it down with the coffee. Enough time had passed for her to be able to drink it in one go. Now that she had a destination, she was keen to get moving again. Not only that, but the thought of having her own room for the day, with a bath, made her eager to go.
Getting up, she went to the counter to pay, then left. Once on the street again, Sam faced left and immediately saw the massive shop called B&M. It was hard to miss, what with its size and gaudy blue and orange colours decorating the front of the building. Nodding, she headed for it.
Once there, she took a left and walked down a short alleyway. Just when she thought she’d taken a wrong turn, or that the bitch back at the café had no idea what she was talking about, Sam came across the Anchor Hotel. It appeared to be attached to a pub with the same name.
“Okay, this looks nice,” she said, walking through the main entrance.
When she came across the reception desk, she chimed the bell on the countertop.
“Coming!” a voice called from somewhere in the distance.
Sam put her bag down and looked about her. The place seemed very cheery, with its cream and white colour scheme. Little lights in the shapes of candles clung to the walls here and there. They sat in sconces, their bulbs bare. Not a spot of dust or dirt could be seen.
On the receptionist’s countertop lay a decent amount of magazines and newspapers. Guest were encouraged to “Take one to their room” and so Sam picked up one of the magazines, which had last week’s date on it. It doesn’t matter, she thought. It’ll be nice to see what’s going on in the world!
“Hello!” a voice called, and a skinny, bespectacled man dashed through an opening at the back of the reception area. “Can I help?”
“Oh,” Sam said, putting the magazine to one side. “I’d like to book a room, please.”
“Uh-huh, okay. That’s not a problem. Would you like breakfast in with that?”
“Erm, yes, please.”
“Okay. If you could put your details in the book, please,” he ordered, turning the guest book towards her.
Looking at it, she didn’t know what to put for an address, so she put her old one in. She also used a fake name.
“Here’s your key. You’ll be staying in room five.”
“That’s lovely.” Taking the key, Sam went to get her money out. “How much?”
“Oh, you pay on leaving.”
“Right, I see. I’m stepping out tonight, and I might not be back until late. Will that be a problem?”
“Not at all,” he said, smiling and clapping his hands together. “You have a fob on that key, which opens the main door.”
“Great,” she said, gathering her things, along with the magazine.
“Dinner is served at midday, with tea at six. Breakfast starts from seven tomorrow, and runs until nine. If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to pop down and give me a shout.”
“Thanks,” she said, heading up the stairs to her room.
When she got to her room, she hurried inside and locked the door. She then went to the curtains and drew them. Looking around her, she noticed there was a double bed in the room, which looked so comfy. Maybe I can grab an hour later? she thought.
She went into the bathroom – it was fitted with a luxurious bath complete with jets. “Oh, that looks so nice!” she whispered. Tearing her gaze from the bath, she turned around and came face-to-face with her reflection.
Her face looked death-white and thin. Her eyes looked sunken and blacked out. Her lips parted and formed an O shape. She put one hand to her emaciated cheek and started crying. Even though she had given her hair a good wash at Hob’s, it still looked a mess.
Sam then removed her T-shirt and gasped. She hadn’t realised it earlier, but now that she was in a safe haven, she could reflect. Her body was skeleton-thin – her boobs were non-existent. This had been the result of years of poor eating, which had all been Crystal’s doing.
How could she have done it to me? she thought. I’d been so, so young. Wiping tears from her eyes, Sam continued to look at herself. She needed to drive the message home – her sister had to pay. Had to. Not only that, once tonight was over, she would have a chance to start fresh. A chance to become a new woman.
“Come on, pull yourself together!” she said, shaking her head. “What if I skip town?!” she blurted. Looking up, she stared at herself. “I mean, why not? I have money. If I left right now, I could be in a different part of the country by tonight. I could just disappear.”
The thought made her sad. “No, I couldn’t do that. Not with Crystal still out there. I need to put her down! It’s either her or me, and it needs to be her, the fucking crazy bitch! Maybe I can look at trying to prove my innocence after tonight? Then I would be able to make a fresh go of things.”
Smiling, she shook her head. “Let’s just wait and see what happens…”
She turned from the mirror and a fresh thought entered her mind. Why not go down to one of the shops and get a few things? Make-up, hair colouring…That’s enough to put a smile on a girl’s face.
Leaving the bathroom, Sam once again entered the main room and grabbed her bag off the bed. She hung the rest of the clothes in the wardrobe before taking the money out – whoever’s behind this hasn’t given me that much money, she thought. “It’ll do,” she told herself, picking up the key to the room and heading out the door.
Standing outside the B&B, Sam spotted a chemist on the opposite side of the street. She went over to it and picked up a few things she needed, along with a few extra treats for herself. Finished in the shop, she then went next door to a newsagent’s and picked up a few cans of beer, some food and a daily newspaper before heading back to her room.
When she was hidden away once again, Sam relaxed. She headed into the bathroom and started to fill the bath with piping hot water. Leaving the water to run, she returned to the main room and switched the TV on, and then she sought out a music channel. Finding Planet Rock, she then rifled through the things she’d bought whilst listening to the loud music.
After placing all the make-up and the hair dye in the bathroom, she opened a sausage roll she’d bought and popped a can open. It feels good to be eating junk and drinking crap that isn’t good for you at this time of day, she thought.
Sam couldn’t remember the last time beer had passed her lips – the lager was ice-cold and tasted amazing. Combined with the junk food, she felt as though she was in heaven. Once finished, she picked up the pastry she’d bought and ate that, too. Her stomach rumbled as she chewed and drank the beer in a greedy fashion.
As she was about to pop another can and eat more, she realised the bath was still running. Going to the bathroom, she switched the hot tap off, then returned to the main room. Throwing the spent can and food wrappers into the small plastic bin in the room, she opened a second lager. It tasted better than the first. With this, she opened a packet of sandwiches and a bag of crisps.
“It won’t take me long to get my shape back!” she said with a packed mouth. Burping, she put the can down and concentrated on her food. When she finished, she took her can into the bathroom with her and started to fill the tub with cold water.
After a few moments of letting the cold tap run, she placed her can at the side of the bath and then stripped off. She could barely look at her body – her arms and legs reminded her of spindles, and the thicket that had grown around her pussy made her look away in disgust.
“Well, that’s one thing I can cure right away!” she said, looking up at the packet of razors she’d bought from the pharmacy. “But first, let’s have a nice soak.” Slipping into the water, she moaned as the heat engulfed her. “That’s what I’m talking about,” she said between gritted teeth.
After spending close to an hour-and-a-half in the bath, Sam finally got out and shaved all the hair off her crotch. When she’d finished doing that, she cleaned the bath and dyed her hair red – a colour she had always wante
d to go.
Now, standing in front of the mirror naked, with her hair done, she looked at herself. “Wow, baby, you look much better already! All I need to do now is put a bit of meat on my bones.”
With a towel wrapped around her body, she proceeded to pick up her empty can and slope off into the main room. Binning the tin, she opened another and grabbed the paper she’d bought. I wonder if there’s anything in here about my escape, she thought as she walked over to the bed and flopped onto it.
All she found on the front page was political news – there was nothing about the hospital. Strange, she thought. You’d think an escaped mental patient would make headline news! Maybe it was a put up job? Someone was paid to look the other way and not cause a stink…
This could be much bigger than I first thought! Maybe others are involved, and not just me and Crystal. The more she thought about it, the more nervous she became. Thoughts of taking the money and running came back to her. Had her feelings for revenge against Crystal not been so strong, she probably would have packed up and left.
“It is what it is, I guess,” she said.
Closing the paper, she noticed she’d picked up a local rag, one that only covered the town of Porthcawl. Ah, that’s probably why there’s nothing on my escape, she thought. Pushing the thoughts to the back of her mind, Sam continued to thumb through the paper – nothing but war, death, famine, Z-list celebrities and lying politicians. Then, something in the entertainment section caught her eye:
Porthcawl Pebble Page 9
The Girl’s Got Wood!
By Stacey Mewse
Yesterday evening at a delightful little club in the sunny town of Porthcawl, I was treated to an act the likes of which I have never seen before!
The club itself is a small one in the centre of the town and hosts a variety of different acts ranging from the seductive to the obscene to the plain bizarre. Last night’s spectacle was an even measure of all three.
When I seated myself down in the dingy club interior, nestled in the protective cloak of the darkness beyond the stage, I was not quite sure what to expect. I had heard stories about the infamous act I was about to experience, but nothing could quite have prepared me for seeing it in the flesh.
The curtains opened and the lights suddenly flickered on, the crowd falling into an expectant silence around me. A gorgeous blonde strutted onto the stage, all heaving bosom and Amazonian promise. In her arms she tenderly carried a small male dummy. Her outfit brought gasps of appreciation from the men in the crowd. I knew this was Crystal. Had I not been pre-warned I would not have known what to expect…
The whole crowd watched with hungry eyes as the busty blonde launched into her first routine, a real crowd pleaser. She placed her dummy down onto a podium in the centre of the stage and folded her arms next to him, propping herself up with her back arched and her breasts pushed up. Her voice was seductive as she happily giggled and said, ‘How ya doin’ Harry?’
The dummy had jeered, ‘All the better for being eye level with those babies, slut!’ And its head had turned to motorboat those inviting mounds. I felt simultaneously jealous of it and curious as to whether she’d need help picking out some splinters later.
She pushed the dummy away and stepped back, producing a handful of phallic stress balls and proceeding to juggle them ever more skillfully whilst Harry heckled her about how she handled cocks. The crowd groaned and rolled their eyes as she quipped back that he was all talk for a man who was all wood and no action. I could have sworn I saw the dummy move as it shouted its angry reply, but it must have been the lighting. She flinched when it shouted, truly looked frightened of the consequences of her actions. That only made the whole act all the more convincing. Christ knows what she expected it to do – give her a splinter?
The raunchy show cycled through a few more titillating acts. Harry the dummy sang some filthy little ditties while Crystal seductively enjoyed a lollipop, then two, then three…all without once losing the tune. You had to commend her oral talents. Then they moved on to tell a few dirty jokes, Crystal blushing and feigning shock at every punchline.
The act flowed as though Harry was a flesh and blood human being, and the whole crowd was laughing and leering in equal measure.
The final part of the act was a quick-change routine, where Crystal used a circular pop-up curtain to hide behind whilst she changed. She cycled herself and the dummy through a range of outfits. First a suit and a cocktail dress, followed by a variety of other sexy get-ups. Eventually they finished on a tarts and vicars ensemble. From there they performed a short skit where Crystal begged to be absolved for her sins and Harry had her confess to every tiny gory detail of them, one wooden hand rubbing at his dummy’s crotch. The crowd were in stitches, and there were calls for an encore. But Harry’s voice insisted that he had ‘other jobs’ for his busty assistant backstage, and they bowed away to a chorus of good natured booing as the disappointed crowd hoped to jeer them back on stage. The dummy cackled at that, and for a moment it sent a chill down my spine…until I noticed Crystal’s shapely rear sashaying off-stage.
I would recommend this show to any adult with a funny bone, though it’s definitely not for the prudish. Who’d want to waste a woman like that on them anyhow?! Get yourselves down to the theatre before the show goes out of town. You won’t regret it!
The energetic review enraged her – it caused Sam to spring from the bed and shred the paper into little more than confetti. “Fucking bitch!” she yelled, then swiped the lamp off the desk in front of her before throwing her make-up products across the room.
Panting, she tore the sheets off the bed and threw them about the place. Had she the strength, she would have upended the bed and thrown the TV set through the window.
Collapsing onto the bare bed, Sam rolled herself up into a ball and sobbed. “That bitch has managed to continue with her life as normal. I fucking hate you! Hate!” she screamed, pounding the mattress with her fist until it hurt.
When her tears were exhausted, Sam rolled onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. She dried her eyes the best she could with the back of her hand and swore revenge on her sister as she did so.
Closing her eyes, pleasant thoughts of cutting her sister’s heart out filled her mind, along with thoughts of throwing Harry onto a roaring bonfire. The visions of them squirming helped her fall into a deep, dark – but beautiful – sleep…
THE SECOND ARRIVAL…
Norm had driven most of the way to Porthcawl from Hob’s Cafe last night, but he had stopped off on a lay-by for a few hours of sleep. Norm, who knew the area well, had taken all the back roads to the seaside town.
With B-roads came plenty of farmland, wooded areas and quiet places to park. It was in one of these secluded little areas he’d parked for a nap. On getting into his pickup, Norm had made sure to tune in to the local radio station, but nothing of his escape seemed to have hit the news at that time. Knowing he was safe, Norm had kept the music playing as he’d drifted in and out of sleep until the sun had risen.
Now, back on the road, he was only a few miles away from his destination. When he got there, he had no idea what he was supposed to do. The letter said the party doesn’t start until eight, Norm thought. I could book a room? I’m sure there was money in that envelope.
He let that thought play over in his mind as he drove. After all, I’ll need to freshen up before tonight – I can’t very well look like a tramp in front of my darling Angharad. And, sooner or later, I’m going to have to dump this truck. Anyone could have spotted me by now and taken the licence plate number.
The more he thought about it, the more staying at a hotel or guesthouse made sense. What if I try to find the venue first? At least then I won’t have a struggle this evening, he mused. Yes, good idea, he told himself.
Pulling off the road and into another lay-by, Norm popped the latch to the glove box and prayed his Sat-Nav was still in there. Where had the jeep been? he suddenly thought. I would have thought eve
rything would have been taken away, once I’d been sentenced to thirty years in that hospital.
Well, Angharad is a crafty soul. God knows what she’s been up to since I’ve been gone. As he rummaged around inside the tiny space, bits of paper, wrappers and stale cups tumbled out of it and onto the floor. “Shit,” he muttered as he continued to burrow and grope.
About to give up, Norm’s hand fell on the electronic device. “Yes!” he exclaimed, switching the thing on. Finding it to be dead, which was no great shock to him, he plugged it into the cigarette lighter, and the Sat-Nav’s empty battery immediately started charging.
After waiting a few minutes, he again tried to switch it on. This time, the machine powered up and greeted him with a “Hello.” That always made him smile. He set the electronic voice to Irish – he found it to be sexy and inviting. Not that he told Angharad that.
Not being able to find a postcode on the letter from Wadsworth, Norm put the street name in, and the Sat-Nav found it –he was precisely ten-point-four miles away. The thing gave him instructions to drive straight on before taking the fourth exit at the next roundabout.
Happy, Norm attached the small machine to his windshield so he could see and not just hear the directions. As he approached the roundabout, Norm took the fourth exit as instructed. He then turned the music to mute so he could hear what he was being told.
He liked nothing more than driving the old back roads, as the traffic was so light. The roads were that deserted, it was like having the road all to himself – Norm couldn’t remember the last time he’d passed another car. He’d certainly not passed any last night as he’d made his way from the hospital to the pull-in he’d slept at.
Turning the radio up slightly, as he’d come to realise he could just watch the directions, Norm felt an icy chill soak into his bones as a flash news report came on. The reporter cut through the song that was currently playing…
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