Sylvia 119

Sylvia 119

I hung around till her break came.  We went on the patio, which was empty, since it was the slowest half hour of the day.  She looked angry when she asked, “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“I thought I was someone doing you a favor,  Do you even know what this is about? I asked.

“It about you threatening my son’s life,” she answered.

“I sure as hell did that.  He explained what her and Bruce are up to with  you.  I thought you might like the chance to get out from under their thumbs.”

“Out of what?” She asked.  She appeared to be in the dark totally,

“The only way I know to handle this is just to ask you.  Are you having any kind of sex with those two.” I asked.

“Are you insane of course I’m not having sex with either of them.  They are just kids,”  I wanted to believe her.  Then she asked, “Are you?”  Her question left me wondering what the hell was going on.  One or both of them  had to have said something to make her wonder, if I was screwing them.

“I had a little adventure with them, but your son told me you also had a relationship with them,” I said.

“Jamie would never do that,” she said.

“Jamie say they forced you at first, but that you had stopped resisting.  I figured they raped you and were bullying you now.  So I put an end to it.”

“I don’t believe for a minute he told you that, but even if he did, I don’t want or need your help.”  It looked as thought either the kid lied, expecting in some sick way to get a different reaction than he got, or his mama was lying to keep him from getting killed.  My guess was the latter, since mothers are known for doing anything to keep their children safe.  Well almost all mothers.

I wrote my cell phone number on a napkin which I had wrapped about my coke glass.  “That is my cell number.  If you need help call me.”  I said it wondering how long it would bd before she needed the help.  I was going to call the police, when she called me.  I wouldn’t be returning to Augusta to help her that was for sure.  Since the little prick Jamie was off the hook, I needed to leave town.  I figured tomorrow would do.  It was as good a time as any.

The evening I went somewhere else for dinner.  I went to the restaurant attached to the Embassy Suite where I had stayed.  It was a little too expensive, but I didn’t eat in places like if often.  I have some very nice beef tips over oven baked potatoes.  It was like scalloped potatoes only better, much better.

When I returned to the cheap motel, Bruce was waiting for me in the parking lot.  “What do you want?” I asked fingering the box opener in my pocket.  I was prepared for anything from them.  I carried a full compliment of weapons.  I knew they were scared, so I had expected something from them.  And sure enough there Bruce was sitting in the parking lot.

“I would like to talk to you about Jamie’s mother,” he said.

“What about her?” I asked.

“She isn’t who you think she is,” he said, then asked, “Can I come in to explain?”

“Sure why not, I really didn’t think things could be any more confusing, but I guess I was wrong.” I said.

“Not sure what you mean, but you need to know this, so we can get an ending that won’t bring you back again,” he said

“Okay, so what are you going to tell me that will send me away for good?” I asked.

“Jazz, Jamie’s mother set you up that night in the bar.  She knew you were looking for something, and said it might as well be me and Jamie.  She is no victim in this whole thing.  She isn’t bisexual, she has set us up before.  We always tell her all about it in great detail, when we get back to her place the next day.”

“Okay Bruce, tell Jamie that, if what you all have said it true I won’t be backm but if she ever calls that number, he will be cat food. Understand?”

“Yeah, she won’t call no on Jamie, me maybe but not her little boy,” he said.

“Is he really fucking her?” I asked.

“No, she just gives him blow jobs.  What that is all about I have no idea, but it’s all I have ever seen.  That is what he always says, so I guess it is true.  I have never seen a woman seem to enjoy giving him head as much as she does when she is sucking his dick.”

“Okay, so everyone walks away no harm, no foul,” I said.  “As long as she never calls to ask for help, so you two better make sure she stays happy.”

“Right.  I don’t suppose you would like to do it once more time before you leave town?” he asked.

“Sure honey, just not with either of  you, so go home and forget you ever met me,” I said.

“So, is that what you are going to do?” he asked.

“Absolutely, I replied.

I showed him to the door and bolted it.  In spite of what I told him, I went to bed.  I really just wanted to forget all the conflicting stories, and get the hell out of Augusta without any more drama.

When I woke up I ran my usual hour.  I should have been feeling better about the run, but I still hated it. I was able to leave my hand unwrapped as I drove to breakfast.  I had the lumberjack breakfast at the chain restaurant.  I wasn’t planning to stop for lunch, so it seemed the reasonable thing to do.

I ate as much of it as I could.  There was just too much food for a skinny bitch like me to get down.  I made myself and egg sandwich from the left overs before I left.  It seemed the reasonable thing to do.  I was about to Climb into the SUV, when I thought Swamp Dog would be paying for my meals everyday I was away from home.  So I put the food in the grassy area by the sidewalk.  Maybe a stray dog or even a raccoon would find it.

Then I headed the SUV toward Philadelphia.  I was expecting about a ten hour drive with stopping time,  Since I left Augusta at 10AM, I figured to be in Philly about 8PM.  That being the case, I called Joan to get the name and location of the motel where we would be staying.

“So Joan where are we going to stay?” I asked.  I spoke into the cell phone as I wrapped the bandage around my throbbing hand.  I had gone as long as possible without it being wrapped.  The bandage held the bones in place and the hand hurt much less with it in place.

“There is another Embassy Suites out side Philly.  We have the reservations. but your reservation is for Friday and Saturday only.”  she informed me.

“ It’s okay I will find somewhere near there.  Swamp Dog is picking up the tab,  Which means you will be picking it up, in the expenses section of your bill.” I said hanging up.  Yes it was sadistic to enjoy hearing her try to control her temper.

I heard her say, ”Whatever,” and then the click of a broken connection.  The whatever was suppose to make us even, but instead of being angry, I laughed.

I found the turnoff for the Embassy Suites motel.  Beside it, as it have been in Augusta, there was another high end motel.  But farther down the road in what was the low rent and beside a convenience store which sold gas, sat an Econo Lodge.  I decided to check in there.  I didn’t have to, but I was still working on the impression I made with Swamp Dog.  I had really come to enjoy the assignment and wanted others.  Since I was next to a convenience store that sold gas, I filled the SUV up   After I put a hundred bucks worth of gas on the card, I did the registration thing.

The room was really nice for a second rate motel.  It was a far cry from the Paki motel on the river in Augusta.  I didn’t care much for the area, I was going to have to run in.  With some luck it would look much better in the daylight.  The Econo Lodge did not have a lounge, but the motel next to it was equipped with a restaurant and lounge .  It was 9Pm when I got to the restaurant, so I ate dinner then went into the lounge to pass an hour or so.

Since I was within walking distance of my motel, I planned to blow off a little steam.  Since I had decided before I left for dinner, I wore the slinky top and the tight jeans,  I didn’t have a lot of shape in the jeans, but the fact that I was skinny hid that pretty well.  The knit top with the spaghetti straps did wonders for a flat chested girl.  Especially if she didn’t wear a bra.  I was in good shape, since I never wore one anyway.

A couple of guys asked me to dance.  I danced once with an average type nice guy, before I met Emil,  He was most likely in the country illegally, but I didn’t give a crap about his politics.  When he slow danced with me, he had great rhythm and what appeared to be a great cock as well.  He wasn’t especially large, but he was especially hard.  His cock stuck out in the thin cotton pants he wore.  He also placed my hand on it after the first dance.  Unlike most of the men I met in the lounges, Emil wanted to dance, even when I had my hand on his cock.

We danced a half dozen times and I enjoyed each and everyone.  The waitress said to me, “Honey we don’t mind a little dirty dancing here, but he is trying to dry fuck you every time you go out there.  You guys really should leave.”

I said to Emil after we left, “I have been kicked out of better places.”

“Me to,” he agreed in his heavily accented voice.  After a second’s pause he went on, “I am having too good a time to leave now.”

“We need to leave now or they will call security.  I don’t know about you, but that would be embarrassing,” I admitted.

“Yes I agree.  Why don’t you come with me?” he suggested.

“I don’t think so,” I replied.  I was waiting for  him to make me the right offer.

“Then I will go with you,” he suggested.

“That might not be a good idea,” I said.

“Sure it is.  I know exactly what a woman like you wants,” he said trying to convince me to take him home with me.

“And what is that?” I asked.

“You all want to be choked on cock.  It doesn’t have to be long.  It is better if it isn’t.  Just so it is long enough to enter the throat.  So you can gag and choke on it.  Tears running out of your eye. Your nose running and finally the explosion of cum.  You know it is what you were made to do.  Wasn’t it?” he asked.

I tried to think of something clever to say, but nothing came to mind.  Then he raised his voice when he said, “Isn’t that what you love to do?”

Since I couldn’t think of anything witty I just said, “Yes.”

“It is good that you know your place, Sylvia,” he said with that smirk which all men like that seem to have.

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3 Responses to Sylvia 119

  1. jackballs57 says:

    Strange things going on there with those boys. thanks ps i have added a couple of new chapter to my story.

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