Skanky Town
Chapter 3 — Gonna Wait Til The Midnight Hour
By the time Jake made it back to the hotel, Susan was already gone. That something had happened was obvious from the buzz in the lobby but since Jake was sure it had nothing to do with him, he gave no attention to it at all.
He slid his card key into the lock on his hotel room door and he let himself into the room.
“You’re late,” said the woman in his bed.
The first thing that registered was that the girl in the bed was not his girlfriend. The second thing that registered was that there would be hell to pay if Susan found her here. The third thing that registered was that he’d seen this woman before.
“You’re late,” the woman said again.
Angela, the man thought. The woman’s name was Angela, and she was the maid that he’d seen earlier. “What do you mean, I’m late,” he asked.
“I told you I got off work at five o’clock.”
“Are you naked under those covers?”
“What do you think,” the woman asked.
Jake strode across the room and then he picked up a part of the maid’s uniform from the chair on which it had been laid. “I think if you’re not undressed, you’re putting on a pretty good act of it. I also think I told you I was here with my girlfriend,” he said, “and I think you better put these on before she gets here.”
“She’s not going to be here.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Angela was suddenly silent, choosing instead to flip the covers aside. She was most definitely naked. “Come on,” she wheedled. “You can’t tell me you don’t want a piece of this, do you?”
Jake couldn’t help but stare at the maid’s body.
“Don’t you want to see how wet you’ve got me?”
Yeah, he told himself. No wait. The answer was no. He licked his lips. Okay, he did want to know, but he just couldn’t come out and say that. He thrust the maid’s clothes out in front of him. “Go on,” he said. “Put these on.”
“But why? Your girlfriend’s not even here.”
“But she might be at any moment.”
“I doubt that.”
“Why? What do you know?”
“Fuck me and I’ll tell you.”
Something was up. Jake just wasn’t sure what it was. “What do you know,” he asked again.
The maid got up and she positioned herself on her hands and knees. “Fuck me and I’ll tell you,” she said again.
It was tempting, Jake thought. He could see the girl’s pussy just waiting to be fucked and it was so very tempting, but ...
“No. Tell me what I want to know.”
“Fuck me first.”
“No, damn it. Tell me what I want to know.”
The woman turned over and laid herself out on her back. She spread her legs and fondled her tits even as her other hand played with her pussy. “At least let me see your cock.”
“No!”
“I promise you your girlfriend won’t ever see,” she said. “Come on. Let me see your cock.”
Jake shook his head even as he thrust the clothes once more at the maid. “You’re going to have to go,” he told her.
The maid swung her legs out of the bed and then she was standing next to Jake. “All right,” she said. “I’ll go, but you’re going to regret this.”
There was a part of him that was already regretting this but Jake wasn’t about to tell the maid that. Sure, it would be cheating on Susan if he did anything with Angela and there was a part of him that wanted to see just what Angela would do, but he knew he wasn’t going to do it.
Angela took her panties from the man. “There’s still a chance,” she said, “still a chance to say yes.”
Jake shook his head. Part of him wanted to say yes. “Just put those on and get out.”
Angela cocked her head and smiled. “Just those and nothing else. You are kinky.”
“You know what I mean.”
Angela put the panties on and then her stockings. She knew the man was watching her and she wanted to put on a show for him. She wanted to make sure he knew what he was missing.
The skirt came next and then the top and Jake couldn’t help but notice that the girl wasn’t wearing a bra, and then all that remained was slipping herself into her high heeled shoes.
“Are you sure you don’t want a piece of this,” the maid asked.
Jake shook his head. His mouth was dry. He did want it but he wasn’t going to tell her that. “Just get out,” the man said.
That’s when Angela turned around and bent at the waist and pulled up her skirt. “Not before you spank me.”
“What?!”
“You heard me. I’ve been a bad girl. You’ve said so yourself. I need to be spanked.”
“I’m not going to spank you.”
“Then I’m not going to leave.”
“You’ve got to go.”
“And I will,” the maid said, “but not without my spanking.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Sure you can. I’ve been a bad girl and you know it.”
“But my girlfriend—”
“Might be here any minute. Yes, I know, so you better do it quick.”
“I can’t.”
“And I’m not going without my spanking.”
Jake looked at the girl’s exposed butt and then finally, he gave it a swat.
“Oh come on. You can do better than that.”
Jake looked at the girl’s panty-clad bottom and then he gave it another half-hearted swat.
“Come on. You can do better than that.”
“Look,” Jake said. “I don’t know—”
“If you’re not going to play the game,” the maid said, “then I’m not going to go. Of course, maybe that’s what you want. Have me stick around and let your girlfriend give me my spanking. Is that what you want?”
“No,” Jake said loudly and with that, his hand came down hard on Angela’s ass.
“Oooh,” the maid moaned. “That’s what I want. Spank me. Spank me.”
Jake’s hand smacked that ass again and again.
“Oooh, that’s what I wanted. I’ve been such a bad, little girl. Spank me.”
Jake knew he was losing control just a little but he just couldn’t help it, and besides, he did like spanking the girl’s ass.
“Okay, that’s enough,” the maid said. “That’s enough.”
Jake didn’t stop. His hand spanked her ass once more and then once again.
“I said that’s enough,” Angela said and she straightened up and turned to glare at the man. “Didn’t you hear me. I said that’s enough.”
“Sorry,” the man said.
“The woman stared at him and then her face cracked into a smile. “Not yet you’re not, but you will be. You made a big mistake by spanking me. Did you know that. You made a big mistake by doing that because you showed me how much you like me and now I’m going to make you pay for that.”
“What are you going to do,” the man asked worriedly.
The girl grinned back at him. “Don’t you worry about that,” she said. “You’ll find out soon enough,” and with that, she was gone.
Jake hardly had any time to worry about that because no sooner had the door closed behind her than the phone rang. He was still looking at the door as he went to pick up the phone. “Yes?”
“Mr. Kennison?”
“Speaking,” Jake said.
“This is the front desk, Mr. Kennison. We were wondering if you could come down here to discuss a confidential matter.”
Jake was still looking at the door through which the maid had just left. She couldn’t have contacted the front desk that quickly, could she, and yet ...
“Mr. Kennison,” asked the voice on the other end of the line.
Jake shook his head. “Yeah, sure,” he said. “I’ll be down there in a few minutes.”
“That will be fine, Mr. Kennison. We’ll see you then.”
Fifteen minutes later, Jake was in a private office with the hotel manager. “I just don’t get it,” he said. “That’s so unlike her.”
“I understand,” said the hotel manager, “but you know, when people are on vacation, they sometimes do things they wouldn’t normally do.”
Jake shook his head. “I understand that, but something like this—”
The man shook his head yet again. He just couldn’t understand it. What he’d just been told about his girlfriend. Sure, she could be affectionate but he’d never seen her do anything as overt as that, and eating another girl out, no, that just wasn’t like her.
“We can probably get you in to see her tonight, but she’s probably going to have to wait until tomorrow to get out of jail.”
“I understand,” the man said.
Sure enough, they’d managed to get Jake in to see Susan. They’d taken away her clothes and given her a makeshift dress to wear for the duration of her stay behind bars. “What happened,” he asked when they were finally alone.
Susan hung her head. “I don’t know,” she said finally. “It just sort of ... it just sort of happened.”
“It just sort of happened! This isn’t a just sort of happened kind of thing. From what they said, you and this ... this girl, you guys were going at it pretty good.”
“I know.”
“So what happened.”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“I don’t know.”
Jake shook his head. “Okay,” he said. “Okay. I guess we’ll talk more about it after we get you out of here.”
“Any idea when that’s going to be?”
“From what they told me, you’re going to have a hearing tomorrow morning, and then they’ll probably just have a fine and they’ll turn you loose.”
“Good. I just want to get out of here.”
“I know. I’m working on it. You’re going to have to spend the night here, but I’ll get you out. Don’t worry about that.”
“I’m not talking about jail,” Susan said. “I’m talking about this town. I want to get out of here.”
“Come on, Susan. You can’t blame the whole town. It’s not the town’s fault for what happened.”
“I don’t care, and don’t tell me it’s not fair. There’s something wrong here. I can feel it, and all I know is I want to get out of here as quick as we possibly can.”
“Well, that’s not likely to happen.”
“Huh? Why?”
“I got a call from Pete at the garage. Turns out we got a short in the electrical system in the car. He says he can fix it, but he says he has to find it first. If he doesn’t, it’s just going to drain the battery.”
“A short? How long’s that going to take?”
“He doesn’t know. Maybe a couple days. Maybe longer. Maybe a week.”
“A week? Jake, I don’t want to stay here that long. We have to get out of here before—”
“Before what?”
Susan hung her head. “I don’t know,” she said. “I just have the feeling we have to get out of here and we have to do it fast.”
“Okay. We’ll see what we can do. You going to be okay here, overnight?”
“I’m not a baby, you know.”
“I didn’t say you were. I just asked if you were going to be all right here overnight.”
“I’ll be fine, but Jake—”
“Yeah?”
“You got to look into seeing what we can do to get out of here earlier because I’m telling you, it’s important.”
“Yeah sure.”
“I’m telling you, Jake. It’s important.”
“Okay,” Jake said. “Okay. I’ll see what we can do.”
“Thanks.”
“Well, I guess I gotta be going then. I’ll be by tomorrow morning, okay?”
“Okay.”
“All right. See you tomorrow then.”
“Yeah. See you tomorrow.”
Susan watched her boyfriend leave and then she sighed and turned back towards the jailer. “I’m ready,” she said. “I’m ready to go back to my cell.”
The man nodded and he let her lead the way back towards the cells.
“Well, would you look who’s here,” Susan heard just before she reached her cell. “I was wondering what they’d done with you.”
It was the girl from the hotel. “What are you doing here?” Susan asked.
“Same thing as you, honey. I’m waiting to see Judge Wright in the morning.”
The jailer opened Susan’s cell. “Step inside,” the man told her, and Susan did as she was told, and the man closed the door behind her.
Susan waited for the man to leave before she spoke again. “Why’d you do it,” she asked the girl in the next cell over.
“Why’d I do what?”
Susan was silent for a moment. She wasn’t sure she wanted to say what she was going to say next but she knew she had to know. “Why’d you seduce me,” she said finally.
The other woman just laughed. “Me seduce you? That’s funny. You know you wanted it, too.”
“That’s not true,” Susan protested, and yet ...
“You wanted it, too,” the other woman said with confidence. “I know you wanted it, and you know what?”
“What?”
“If I know you,” the other woman said, “I’d bet you’d do it again.”
“I wouldn’t,” Susan said but she wasn’t sure which of them she was trying to convince.
“You can say that if you want,” the other woman said, “but the truth is no matter what you say, it doesn’t change the truth. There’s nothing special about you. You’re just like all the rest of us.”
“What are you saying?”
But suddenly, the other woman was quiet.
“Hey,” Susan called out to the woman in the other cell. “Hey. I’m talking to you.”
And still there was no answer.
But there was something there, something in the last words the other woman had said. Just like the rest of us, she’d said. What had she meant by that?
What the hell had she meant by that?
It was some time later when the jailer showed up. “Well, ladies, the man said. Are we ready for dinner?” His first stop was at Susan’s cell. “You want dinner?” he asked.
“Sure,” Susan said with resignation. “What are my choices?”
The man laughed at that. “This isn’t a restaurant. It’s not like we got a menu. We’ve got stew or ... we’ve got stew. Now what would you like?”
“Is the stew any good?”
“Actually, it’s not bad.”
“I guess I’ll take the stew then.”
“An excellent choice,” the man said as he ladled out some stew. He handed Susan some plastic utensils and a bottle of water. “You’ll probably want these,” he said and then he moved on to the next cell.
Susan sniffed at the contents of the bowl. It actually did smell good. She took a spoonful and gave it a taste. Tasted good, too, she thought.
She took another spoonful. She had to get out of here, Susan thought. Not just out of the cell, but out of the town. They just had to get out of there. She just knew it.
She heard a giggle coming from the next cell over.
What the heck was going on over there?
Susan moved over to the other side of her cell and then she was putting her ear up against the bars. “I said I didn’t want any stew,” she heard Sara say.
“That you did,” she heard the jailer say.
“I like this,” she heard the girl said and with that, Susan heard something that didn’t sound like words at all.
What the hell was the girl doing, Susan thought.
She could hear the man groan. “That’s it,” Susan heard him moan. “That’s so fucking good.”
Oh my God. She wasn’t, Susan thought. She couldn’t be, but it sounded like ... it sounded like he was getting his cock sucked.”
“Mmmm,” she heard the girl moan. “How do you like that?”
“I like it good,” she heard the man say.
“I guess I should keep doing it then.”
“I guess you should.”
Oh my God, Susan thought. Oh my God. She was sucking his cock. That’s what she thought. She was sucking his cock.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned.
Oh my God, Susan thought. She’s sucking his cock and then the next thing she wondered was just how far was she going to go.
It was only then that Susan realized she had her hand in her panties. She should stop herself, she told herself, but in the very next thought, she was wondering why. She wasn’t hurting anyone and they sounded so hot over there.
“Do you like that?” the man asked.
“You know I do.”
“But I’m sensing you want something more.”
“You know I do.”
“You want to show me your pussy.”
“I do hate to eat alone.”
Susan couldn’t help it. She rubbed her pussy even harder. This was so fucking hot.
“Oh fuck,” she heard a woman moan. That was the girl, Sara.
“Yeah,” the man said. Yeah, you like this, don’t you?”
There was a gasp and then a moan. “Oh Eddie,” the girl moaned.
“I told you. You like this.”
“Oh geez,” the girl moaned. “Oh geez.”
Susan couldn’t help it. She just rubbed her pussy even harder. She couldn’t help but imagine what was going on in the cell next to hers.
“Yeah, you like that,” the man was saying.
“You know I do,” said Sara.
“You going to come for me?” the man asked.
“You know I will,” the girl admitted.
The man let out a low growl. “Yeah, that’s right, isn’t it. I know you will. I know what you want. You want this cock, don’t you? You want me to cum inside you.”
“Oh yeah. I want you to do that.”
Susan couldn’t help it. She had to rub herself even harder.
“I want you to do it,” she could hear the girl moan. “I want you to make me cum.”
Susan’s fingers couldn’t help but rub her clit even harder. Make me cum, she thought to herself. Make me cum.
“Oh fuck,” the woman in the cell next to her moaned even as her lover came inside her.
Oh fuck, Susan thought as she felt her pussy cum. Oh fuck.
It was some time later when the jailer walked back down the corridor. He looked in Susan’s cell as he passed by but all he saw was her sitting on her bed.
It was some time later. Susan wasn’t sure how much later but as far as she knew, everyone else was asleep and it was quiet and it was very, very dark.
And she was horny.
The light seemed to be almost brighter than it was because of the darkness. She had no idea what was causing the light. All she knew was it was coming from outside her cell.
It was a flashlight. Susan figured that much out at least. Turn away, she told herself. Don’t let them see that you’re awake. Don’t let them see how horny you are, and with those thoughts in her mind, Susan turned away.
Whoever it was was standing just outside of her cell. Susan knew this because even though she was turned away, she could see the flashes of light inside her cell, but she pretended to be asleep.
Whoever it was must have been satisfied that there was nothing to see in there because the light left her cell. In the darkness again, Susan turned to look back at the where the light had come from. Whoever it was was moving down the hall towards the other cells and Susan had the feeling that whoever it was was checking out each one of the cells in turn.
The light was coming back and once more, Susan turned herself away and pretended to be asleep.
Whoever it was had stopped again at her cell and he was shining his light back inside her cell.
The next thing that came to Susan’s attention was the sound of metal on metal. There in the stillness of the night, whatever it was that was making the noise sounded incredibly loud and then she heard a clanging and there was the sound of her cell door being pulled open.
Susan held her breath. Whoever it was with the light, she knew he’d just come into her cell. He couldn’t be standing more than a couple of feet from her. Wouldn’t he be surprised if he knew she was really awake?
Still, Susan said nothing.
Even with her back to the man, she could feel him standing there, standing there and just looking down at her. She wondered what he was going to do. She wondered what she was going to do when he did it.
He reached down and he touched her. It wasn’t an innocent touch. He reached down and he slid his hand up under her little flimsy gown and his hand cupped her ass.
And still, Susan did nothing. She was holding her breath but she did nothing.
The hand released its hold and Susan almost ‘woke up’. She didn’t want the hand to go. What was wrong with her, she asked herself. Why didn’t she want the hand to go.
But the hand wasn’t going. It was merely pulling up the hem of her little makeshift dress and then it was back again, feeling her ass through her panties, feeling her, stroking her, squeezing her.
Fingers slid between her legs and Susan fought back the urge to moan. Even through her panties, those fingers had to know how wet she was, and she wanted them to know. She wanted them to know she was wet.
The fingers retreated and again, Susan fought back the urge to moan but now the hand was back, pulling at her body and then pushing her. It was almost as if that hand wanted her to roll herself over, roll herself over onto her stomach.
And the weird thing was almost as soon as she had that thought, she had the feeling that that was exactly what she wanted to do. Still ‘asleep’, she let her body be pushed over onto her stomach.
The hand was back again and this time, it was joined by its mate. The hands were on her ass, one on one cheek and one on the other but the hands didn’t stay that way for long.
She could feel fingers pulling at the waistband of her panties. Oh God, Susan thought. He’s going to take my panties off. I should stop him, she thought. I should really stop him.
But then those panties were being pulled down and pulled past her ass and there was no denying it. She liked this. She liked it a lot.
The panties were being pulled down. They were down around her knees and they were moving further. They were down around her ankles and then they were moving further still. First past one foot and then past the other.
She really should ‘wake up’, Susan told herself, but she couldn’t. She wanted to see what was going to happen next.
The fingers were back. They were stroking her between her legs and this time, there could be no doubt how wet she was. Those fingers were right there between her legs.
Even without thinking about what she was doing, Susan spread her legs a little wider. The fingers seemed to like that. The fingers seemed to want more and so they kept teasing her and prodding her, trying to get her to open up a little wider and Susan was hardly one to say no to what the fingers wanted, so in spite of herself, she let her legs slide open even more.
The fingers retreated. Susan wanted to protest but she had the feeling they’d be back.
There was the sound of something metal on metal, like keys jangling but not that exactly and then there was the sound of something else, like something dull and heavy hitting the floor.
Susan could feel the weight of someone getting on the bed behind her. For a moment, she wondered if the bed would hold, but that was only for a moment because in the next moment, she could feel something between her legs, and this time, it wasn’t just a bunch of fingers.
The head of that cock was stroking against her pussy and then it was working its way between her lips. It was only a matter of time, Susan knew. It was only a matter of time before that cock was shoved up inside her.
And to think these thoughts was almost to make them a reality because in the next moment, she felt that cock sliding up inside her and she couldn’t help but moan.
“It took you long enough,” a male voice whispered.
It took Susan a second to respond. “What did?” she asked.
“It took you long enough to wake up.”
Susan moaned as that cock continued to fuck her. “I was already awake,” she admitted.
“I know, but it still took you long enough.”
Maybe he was right, Susan thought. If she’d been ‘awake’ sooner, maybe they could have been doing this sooner.
What was she saying, she chastised herself. She didn’t want this. She couldn’t want this. She ... she shouldn’t want this ...
Oh but she did. That was the problem. She did want it. It felt so fucking good.
Oh geez. Her pussy. Her pussy was so hot. Oh geez. She needed to cum. She needed to cum so fucking bad.
She wanted to feel it. She wanted to feel the man cum. She knew she shouldn’t want it but she knew she did want it. She wanted to feel him cum. She wanted to feel him cum between her legs.
This was the first time she’d felt that. She’d always made a guy wear a condom before but now, now that seemed ridiculous. She’d been depriving herself of the feeling she knew she wanted to feel. She wanted to feel a guy’s cum between her legs. It was his way of showing her, of showing her how much he appreciated her, and why should she keep a guy from showing her that.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned.
He was close, Susan realized. He was really close. He was going to give her what she wanted. He was going to give her what she needed.
No, Susan argued back. No. That wasn’t right. It wasn’t what she ... she ...
Oh crap. He was fucking her faster now. Oh geez. Oh God. He was going to make her cum.
She shouldn’t be wanting this.
But she did.
She groaned as she felt it, the feel of the man as he came inside her, and even as she did, she could feel her pussy responding in kind.
She shouldn’t be wanting this, she told herself. She shouldn’t be wanting it, and yet should or shouldn’t just really didn’t really seem to matter all that much when you were getting your pussy fucked.
And besides, she did like it.
She liked it a lot.
The man finally pulled out of her and Susan could feel his cum between her legs and he gave her ass a light, little slap. “You were good,” he told her, and Susan was pleased.
“You were good,” he said again.
Susan nodded to herself. She could still feel the man’s cum between her legs and she still hadn’t turned over to look up at him.
She knew the man was getting dressed because she could hear him pulling his clothes into place. He finally gave her ass one last, playful, little slap. “You were good,” he said again. “Now get some rest,” and with that, the man was gone.