by Tia Siren
“I have no other clothes,” she said. I nodded, cursing myself on the inside. That was something I should have thought of.
“I have some gym shorts you could wear,” I said. “And a tee shirt. It will be big, but we can stop tomorrow.”
Chloe shrugged and then pulled the towel off of her, letting it fall to the floor. She stood before me, nude, in all of her glory. I couldn’t help but look her over. Her breasts were rounded and heavy, her nipples dark and hard. She had a strip of pubic hair above her cunt, and her hips were round and feminine. I grew hard again. She reached up, tying her dark hair which fell past her shoulders back into a ponytail, holding it in place with a small elastic band she was wearing around her wrist. I saw a scar there on her wrist, white and shiny in the dim light of the motel room. I didn’t ask her about it.
“I can sleep naked,” she said, as she made her way to the bed and got in. There was only one bed, something else I hadn’t thought about enough. I had just asked for a room, and the clerk must have assumed we were together. Would she expect me to sleep on the floor? I wasn’t sure. “I’m hungry,” she said from under the blanket. It wasn’t a complaint, and she wasn’t whining, she was just telling me.
“I can go check out the vending machine,” I said, turning and heading for the door. I turned back to her as I opened it. “Don’t answer the door, not for anyone. I have the key.”
She nodded, and I left. I was back quickly, worried to be seen. I had chips and candy bars and a couple of danishes wrapped in plastic. She sat up, the blanket falling from her magnificent breasts. I tried not to stare at them, but I was just a man, and I surely took a couple of looks, but I tried to keep it on the sly.
For her part, Chloe didn’t seem embarrassed. Maybe it was a Greek thing, but in America, no woman was so comfortable with her own breasts or nudity. We ate on the junk food, both of us realizing we were famished and starving. We laughed a lot, and at one point she bent forward and wiped a bit of chocolate from the corner of my mouth.
When the food was gone, we grew more somber.
“What are we going to do?” The woman asked me, lying down and pulling the blanket to her chin once more. I missed her breasts immediately.
“We’re going to keep you safe.”
She laughed, but there wasn’t much mirth in it. “How are we going to do that?”
“I’m going to have to go after them. The men running it. My old boss. They’ll never leave us alone.”
“Are you a bad man?” Chloe asked me. I looked to her, not sure of how to answer.
“I’ve done things I’m not proud of,” I said finally. Chloe shrugged her shoulders under the blanket.
“You don’t seem like a bad man to me.”
I smiled and stood, and threw the wrappers from our junk food feast in the small wastebasket near the bed. “I’m going to shower,” I said.
“I’m going to sleep,” she replied. And I went into the bathroom. As I stood under the hot water, I had time to think about what I was doing What I had done. I had put it all on the line, for a woman I didn’t even know. And I wasn’t sorry about it. I knew it was the right thing. I had spent my whole adult life doing the opposite of the right thing, and finally, I was doing something I could be proud of.
When I was clean, I turned off the shower and stepped out of the tub. I stood in front of the sink, wiping my hand across the mirror there, cleaning the fog away so I could see myself. I still looked the same, so why did I feel like a different person?
When I left the bathroom, I was clad in just boxers. The room was dark, and Chloe was just a lump under the blanket that I could hardly see. I hesitated, and then climbed into the bed next to her. I lay on my back, hoping she wouldn’t wake up, hoping she wouldn’t kick me out of the bed.
She wasn’t even sleeping. Shortly after I lay down, I felt her move, and then her hand was on my chest, under the covers. I turned and could see her eyes, open and reflecting what little light there was in the room, coming from a bit of blue from a sign outside, squeezing in past the closed blind.
“I was supposed to be someone’s bride,” she said softly.
“I can get you home.”
“They told me what’s expected of me. I’m supposed to do what my husband says.”
“You don’t have a husband, though. I didn’t want that for you.”
“You bought me. You paid for me. I’m yours.”
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “Don’t think like that.”
She slid closer to me under the blanket. I could feel one of her breasts pushed against my arm. Her nipple hardened. I felt myself growing hard, my cock pulsing against the front of my boxers.
“You are a good man,” Chloe said softly, and when I turned my head to look at her, she pressed her lips to mine.
She tasted like chocolate since we had eaten the junk food. She had brushed her teeth with a spare toothbrush I had brought after her shower, and I tasted the toothpaste too. I pressed my tongue against her bottom lip, and she parted those plump lips to me, and our tongues dance together. Her hand slid down my stomach, fingertips running over my abs, sliding her hand under the waistband of my boxers, and then through the shock of brown pubic hair, I had between my legs before she was at my cock, wrapping her thin, petite fingers around my rigid member.
“Chloe,” I said softly, breaking the kiss, but she shook her head and pressed her lips to mine again. I turned on my side as she tugged the front of my boxers down, fully freeing my cock. My swollen head pressed against her pelvis, nestled in that strip of pubic hair she had, and she jerked me, sliding her fingers up and down my shaft.
I placed my hand on her breast, squeezing the fatty tissue, feeling her nipple on my palm. Her grip on my cock tightened and I groaned. She pulled away from me then, throwing the blanket off of us and to the floor. She pushed me lightly, and I rolled onto my back as she hovered her head over my crotch. She glanced at me sideways and then opened her mouth and lowered her face until my cock was sliding into her mouth. She sucked the head of my hard member first, swirling her tongue in a circle motion around it. Her hand was still on me, jerking me slowly up and down. She was on her knees beside my hips, and I reached down and squeezed her ass before sliding two fingers along her wet slit.
“Put them inside me,” she begged, taking her mouth from my cock long enough to speak, and then she was sucking me again, going further, this time, moving her hand as her lips slid down my shaft and the bulbous head of my cock pressed against the back of her throat.
I did as she asked, sliding those two fingers rubbing her into her tight snatch. We lay like that for a while, as I fucked her furiously with my fingers and she bobbed up and down on her cock, her mouth warm and wet, her tongue working overtime. She cupped my balls with one hand, squeezing them softly and gently and pulling on them.
She stopped so suddenly I thought I had done something wrong, but she was moving quickly, throwing one leg over my head and chest and climbing atop me that way, so her sweet snatch was inches from my lips. “Make me come,” she moaned back to me, before swallowing my cock once more. I obliged, lifting my head and tasting her pussy. Her juices were warm and flowing, and I probed the depths of her pussy with my tongue, reaching up to rub her engorged clit with the pad of my index finger.
It didn’t take long with my tongue and lips on her to make her come. She took my cock out of her mouth, using a tight grip to jerk me furiously as she yelled and rocked backwards, grinding her pussy into my face. I felt her body spasm atop me, and she screamed in pleasure again, pressing her open mouth on my thigh to muffle the sound. Her pussy was wet before, but as she came it was soaking, her juices flowing down across my lips and cheeks and chin.
When she was done, she rolled off me slowly, and I didn’t need to be told what to do. I moved as quickly as she had before, positioning myself between the beautiful woman’s spread legs. She reached down and guided me into her, and then we were fucking, fast, hot and passionate. I bent, and ou
r lips met. When I broke the kiss I moved my head lower, taking her nipples into my mouth, in turn, my fingers rolling whatever one I wasn’t sucking on until it was its turn.
The bed was shaking with each thrust, and her arms went around me, her hands on my back, her long cherry red nails digging into my skin there.
“I’m going to come,” I said, confident that she wasn’t taking birth control, and she replied in kind.
“Not in me,” she said, and though I felt a flash of disappointment, I pulled out and she shifted quickly, sliding down and sideways to take me into her mouth once more. I put my hand to the back of her neck and helped her find a quick pace, her lips flying up and down my shaft.
I grunted as I came, her only warning to the fact that my cock jumped in her mouth and spurted warm sticky come down her throat. She slowed her pace and sucked softly on the tip of my cock as I came, swallowing every last drop. When I was finally spent she lay down completely, smiling up to me, my dick still hard, shining with her pussy juices and spit in the low light, throbbing right above her face. She giggled and arched up and planted a kiss on the underside of my cock.
I fell onto the bed beside her and climbed over me long enough to pull the blanket from the floor, and situated it over us. She lay curled up beside me, naked as I was, one of my arms tucked under her. We fell asleep.
3
The next morning we got moving quickly. We drove a half hour with her dressed in the same dress she had on the night before, but we stopped at one of those big department stores and bought her a few outfits. She took me into the changing room with her, and tried on each outfit, teasing me when she undressed. She came to me in her bra and panties near the end, kissed me, and then dropped to her knees and blew me. Once again she sucked me dry and swallowed it all.
Driving in the car with her, heading further away from the city, further away from Brighton Beach, life somehow began to feel normal. This woman, she seemed to love me, as crazy as it sounded. I had to keep reminding myself that she had been trained for that. She had been beaten probably and brainwashed to love whatever man bought her. I was sure she knew I wanted to help her, and maybe that made her love me even more. But driving, listening to the radio, having her grab my hand and hold onto it, it felt real, it felt like a better life than I should know.
I had girlfriends, a lot of plastic bimbos drew to the money and danger. I was a real bad boy, and it attracted some very pretty girls. Beautiful even. But shallow, and fake. I had never married anyone, never come close. Just chicks I fucked, in and out of my bed, their beds, across the back of my couch.
Chloe was different. Somehow. I almost forgot what I had done the night before. Buying her. Mr. Black was pissed; I knew it. He would want me dead. Driving with Chloe, I finally made up my mind. I would kill him first. And anyone else who stood in the way of me making sure Chloe was happy and getting her back home.
We stopped in a town called Barley. It was four hours upstate from New York City. Small and charming, we were there just after lunch time. We stopped first at a small diner, both of us starving. We sat in a booth and ate hamburgers and fries, and sucked down milkshakes.
There was a motel and a nicer hotel there, but we learned of cabins in some woods not far from the main road and drove there instead. I paid with cash of course and used a fake name. We went into the cabin together, and didn’t leave for three days, save a trip on the first day to a small grocery store down the road.
We didn’t leave the bed much, day and night blending together in orgasmic bliss. Finally, as the Sun fell on the third day at the cabin, I showered and came out to tell Chloe I was leaving. I had expected us to be found by then, but I had been careful not to leave a trail, and I had done pretty well.
“You’re going?” Chloe asked me before I could even speak. She was lying in bed, naked, the bedsheet covering her lower half, her magnificent breasts.
“How did you know?” I asked her.
“I can see it in your eyes. In the way, you stand.”
“If I don’t go, there are men who will never leave you alone. Never. They’ll never let you get home.”
The young woman nodded, and then she smiled sadly. She looked at me, and in the evening light that came streaming through the bedrooms windows, I could see tears filling her eyes.
“There’s something I haven’t told you,” she said.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m married,” she said, and my heart sank. “Back in Greece. I’m married. Less than a year before I was taken. We were on our honeymoon, we had to go late because of his job, we finally went. A cruise. We stopped… and I was taken, and… brought here… for this.”
I nodded. “I can get you back to your husband. But I’m going to have to do this. I have to make sure these men, the men who brought you here, I have to make sure they can’t find you. Or us.”
She nodded. She looked as though she had more to say, and I was sure I did too, but neither of us spoke. I filled a backpack I had bought at the local grocery store with the guns I had brought from my apartment and ammo. I took a bit of money, and then I faced her once more.
“I’ll be back in a couple of days,” I said. “Don’t answer the door.”
She stood, letting the sheet fall away, coming to me nude. She wrapped her arms around me, and we kissed. “Be safe,” she said, and I nodded. “Come back to me.” I nodded again, and then it was time to leave.
I drove through the night back to the city. Mr. Black was first on my list. I knew where he would be; he owned a strip club in Brighton Beach, and he spent most nights there. I parked a block away and took time to prepare myself. I slid a handgun into the back of my waistband and pulled the backpack on. I had two larger guns in there, a shotgun fully loaded with extra shells, and a submachine gun with three extra clips. I climbed out of my car and took a deep breath.
A fat bouncer named Reuben was working the door. He worked for the club, but not for Mr. Black, in the sense that he wasn’t a criminal, even if I was sure he was aware of what sort of man the guy who owned the club was. If he knew I was in trouble with my old boss, he didn’t show it.
“Peter, what’s up?” The fat man asked.
“Hey Reuben,” I said and shook his hand as I stepped by.
“Boss man is upstairs if you need him,” he said, and I nodded.
The inside of the club was pounding music and pink and blue lights. A skinny brunette with giant tits was dancing on the main stage, a ring of horny men sitting around it, flashing green bills as she came near. I passed by the bar, where Samantha, a good looking blonde who tended gave me a smile and a wave. I managed to smile back.
Near the back of the club, there was a set of metal stairs, which led up to a second-floor office. I started up the steps and reached for the door handle. Just before I could open the door, someone pulled it open from the other side, and I found myself face to face with Vlad. His eyes widened in shock. Time seemed to slow down.
“You idiot,” the man said to me. He had a gun on the inside of his jacket, I could see the handle sticking out a bit, but he didn’t go for it.
“Get out of here,” I said a stern warning. I liked Vlad, and he was just a low life grunt, like me. Or at least, like I used to be. Then, standing on those stairs, I felt different. I wasn’t the man I had been just a week before. But my beef wasn’t with Vlad. He wasn’t the one in charge. I didn’t want to kill him, not if I didn’t have to.
“He’s going to kill you, kid,” Vlad said to me, shaking his head. He looked at me, and I could see concern in his eyes.
“I’m going to kill him,” I snarled. “Now get out. Don’t come back tonight.”
Vlad seemed to weigh his choices mentally. Finally, he nodded and pressed his hand on my shoulder as he passed. I let out the breath I hadn’t been aware that I was holding, and opened the door.
Mr. Black’s office was large and open, with some couches and chairs at one end, and his desk at the far end. I had my gun out of my pant
s before I had stepped all the way through the door. One man stood beside the door. A grunt, like me, but I knew he wouldn’t hesitate to kill me, so I beat him to the punch. I pressed the barrel of my handgun to his side and pulled the trigger. The bang was deafening, and the man fell. The music was so loud downstairs that I was sure no one in the club had heard anything.
Mr. Black was at his desk, his cell phone to his ear. He looked across the room, and his eyes widened. Another man sat on a couch nearby, reading a magazine, an automatic rifle lying across his lap. He tossed the magazine aside and went to swing the rifle towards me, but I aimed and fired, and my bullet took him in the head, and he slumped to the side, dead.
“This is not wise,” Mr. Black said as I stalked near him, my handgun trained at his head.
“Keep your hands up,” I said. I knew he had a shotgun in a special slot constructed on the bottom side of his desk. He held his hands up.
“So you fell for a woman. No harm, no foul. Bring her back; I can make it right.”
I shook my head. “You can’t make that right. It isn’t right. I respected you. I thought you were better.”
Mr. Black laughed. “You knew exactly what I was. You are a fool if you think I wouldn’t do anything I could to make a bit more money.”
“Was it worth it?”
“Worthy what?”
“You’re life.”
“Come now boy,” Mr. Black laughed. “We both know you won’t kill me.”
“I want to know who set it up? Who got you into it?”
Mr. Black shook his head.
“I won’t tell you a thing,” he said. I was standing next to him then, and I put my gun against his leg. “Idle threats,” he said. I pulled the trigger.
He yelled out, reaching down and covering the ragged hole I had just blown into his thigh.
“Tell me,” I said.
“David Ramos,” Mr. Black said. I knew the name. I put my gun to my old boss’ head and ended his wretched life.