Chapter 14: A Pe the CheekWe pulled in at a cheap motel oher side of town at arouhirty. The smell of drive-through fast-food drifted up from the back seat. I was getting antsy again, imagining with great pleasure peeling off the goddamn waist-cher and digging in to some nice, manly burger and fries. I also liked the idea of getting my cock out aing my balls breathe again. It was starting to feel cramped and sweaty down there.

  “Check us in under my name,” K said, handing me a wallet. Her name, I discovered on the drive over, was Wendy Jones. I guess “Auntie” came from my mom’s side or something. “Get us one bed, a double.” At my surprised look she tinued: “We are auntie and daughter and we drive a cheap car. It is sensible that we share a bed. Just act . . . normally. We pn to leave early tomorrow.”

  “Why do you wao check us in?” I fought to keep the tremor out of my voibsp; Cheg-i talking to someone. Just because I’d mastered that particur fear didn’t mean I was looking for excuses to go out of my way and do the dy thing again. “Why the hell ’t you do it?”

  “Because,” she answered, pulling her handgun from the recesses of her jacket, “I will be keeping a. . . just in case.” Keeping the on hidden, she smiled. “Besides, you he practice, dear.” Our pursuers had either gotten bored or clever. We hadn’t seen them for the st three-quarters of an hour, but that didn’t mean they weren’t still out there. With a sigh I flipped down the sun shade and checked myself in the vanity mirror.

  You’re not looking too shabby, baby, I thought, pursing my mouth and sthering on another yer of lipgloss. The gooey-sweet taste tingled on my lips ahem a-glistening. I very carefully touched up my mascara, still awkward with the wand and half-vinced I was about to take a. I fluttered my shes uhe weight. I’ve always had slightly effeminate shes, long with a bit of curl. One girl I dated for a few weeks, she ughed at their length, even bang a toothpick across them oer a few pints down at the local pub. “Wow, you’d look just great with a little mascara and eyeliner,” she gushed. “I could do wonder with your eyes!” She might’ve been a makeup artist or some goddamn thing; I ’t even remember her name, only that she had geous eyes herself. They looked awesome looking up at me with my di her mouth.

  Now, looking at dy through half-lidded eyes I saw that long-ago one-night stand proven right. I blinked onguidly, and trated on those beautiful emerald depths. This isn’t a big deal, that gaze insisted. You look good. Those horny bastards in there’ll fall over themselves trying to rent you a room. They won’t be cheg out your or nose or shoulders. You do this. dy do this.

  dy Belmy gave herself a final wink and flipped the shade back up. She pulled a red lollipop from her purse and slid it into her mouth. “I’ll be ba a sec’, ‘kay Auntie?” she said. She gracefully stepped out of the car, though the long drive must have left those lithe legs cramped as she tottered momentarily before finding her footing. Finding her bance she strode briskly towards the che office, purse boung off her hip in ter-step to her stride. The click of her heels sounded clear across the parking lot. A brisk January wind pulled at her hair and sleeves, and she hugged herself against the cold. Lights shone behind the curtains of a few rooms, and the muffled sound of a TV turned up too loud reached her ears. Back at the car her mom popped operunk and began to pull out their few bags and cases.

  dy paused at the door to check her refle, tug a wayward bang back behind her ear. The blonde-haired girl’s earrings spun and glittered in the gss. The door chimed as she stepped into the office.

  The pce stank of winter damp and greasy food. Her nose wrinkled as she gingerly stepped around a fat, i cat stretched out in front of the door. There were cameras dotted around the room, but only oracked her movement—the others hung limp and dead from their mounts on the wall. The room was lit by a single, old mp in the er, leaving most the room in semi-darkness. She felt a little less fident approag the ter but took some so the dim lighting. The young man behind the ter sat deep in his chair, legs propped up on a banged-up metal et. Attention fixated on an old, flickering s mouo the wall, he didn’t even aowledge her presence.

  With the volume set so high, he probably hadn’t heard her entranbsp; The colours on the s bled together and trasted sharply, rendering the show--some kind of music video--in lurid detail. dy bit her lower lip, clearly unsure what to do. Her hand hovered uainly over the ter bell before pulling back.

  She pulled the lollipop from her mouth. “Um . . . excuse me?” Her soft voice went unheard uhe loud bre of the television. dy nearly stamped a dainty foot in frustration. “Hello?”

  If the man was aware of dy, he gave no sign of it. He idly poked at a button on the remote.

  After gring at the back of the man’s head for a moment, dy slid the lollipop bato her painted mouth. She leaned up against the ter aed her in the palm of her hands. She watched the man for a little longer and then idly reached out and, with a deft flick of the hand, knocked over auffed stationary basket. Pencils and pens cascaded over the ter and rained down on the man’s head.

  “What the hell?” he excimed, spinning around in his chair and leaping to his feet.

  dy gave a long draw on the dy in her mouth, nguorously rolliongue over the sweet sphere before pulling it out with a wet pop. She eyed the dy ily for a sed before her eyes wandered over to the attendant. Her lips parted in a glossy smile. “Hi!” she said, and the fingers of one hand danced in a cute wave. She seemed pletely unaware of the fact that her arms, drawn together at the elbow, pushed up her massive breasts and gave an eveer view of the cleavage barely hidden by the low V-neck.

  The young man’s eyes went wide. “Uh . . . hi!” His eyes struggled betweeits and face, but if she noticed she seemed uned. “What I, um, do for you?”

  dy’s eyes sparkled with merriment as she took in his flustered appearanbsp; The poor thing was hardly older than a boy, his unshaven patchy at best and his cheap white cotton t-shirt stained with old food. He made an unscious attempt to smooth down his hair a with little success. She made a little moue. “Oh, it’s just so annoying!” she said. The boy jabbed at the volume trol on the remote, nearly dropping it in his haste. “My Auntie and I,” she said, gesturing vaguely in the dire of the car with her lollipop, “we’re driving off into the try but we had some car problems, you know? Now we’re, like, running majorly te? And there’s no way we’ll get there tonight, so we kinda need a room.”

  She leaned forward spiratorially, her breasts crushing up against the tertop, and the boy eagerly moved closer. “I mean, this really sucks. It’s not like I want to head out there in the first pce, I’m totally a city girl, you know? And now I’m stuck spending the night with my aunt! Ugh.”

  He gave a tentative smile. “That sounds, ah, horrible.”

  dy shrugged. “Yeah, but what’re you gonna do, eh? Family!” Her tone firmly summed up all the major problems of the world with that one word. “But she’s paying the bills so I guess I shouldn’t pin.” She fshed her aunt’s credit card before the boy.

  “Yeah, I know what you mean.” The attendant seemed to rex a bit. It was an easy topic to rete with. “My mom’s got me w these weekend shifts or she’ll kick me out, she says. I’ve gotta pay my room and board, you believe? God, she be such a bitetimes.” He took the card from dy, and flushed red as her finger slid along the inside of his palm.

  Her smile didn’t ge, though, i as ever. “Yeah, my auntie be a total ball-breaker too, you know?”

  He looked at her curiously. “Ball-breaker?”

  “Oh, my brother,” she stammered. “He’s a little youhan me? But totally over-protective? But yeah, Mom pushes him really hard sometimes.” She gave him a little wink. “He’s a nice kid . . . a bit like you.”

  “Ah . . . thanks,” he stammered, quickly looking down to hide his growing blush. “We, ah, have a couple of rooms left. What would you like?”

  dy toyed with her hair. “Well, it’s kinda gross but my aunt wants a room with just one double bed. We’re gonna share. Like, ibsp; I mean, she’s all sweaty in her sleep and she snores! But money’s tight, and she’s paying . . . .” She gave another idle shrug.

  “Well, uh. . . .” The boy tapped a couple of buttons on a keyboard. “I’m not really supposed to do this, but maybe I help you out.” His face burned red as he kept his eyes glued to the puter s. “It’s getting kinda te and we normally don’t get too many people after eleven. We still have a couple double rooms left. How about I put you in one of those, and charge you for the single?”

  dy gave a little squeal of glee. “You’d do that?” She even gave a little hop of joy, and the boy was hard-pressed to pull his eyes away from the way her exposed curves quivered afterwards. But theopped to think a moment, pressing one pink fiip to her lip. “But . . . you’re not going to get in trouble, are you?”

  He chuckled. “Nah. And it’s not like I love this job or nothing.” When dy looked doubtful he made a few more taps on the keyboard. “Listen, what I’ll do is I’ll book you and your mom into room 4--that’s a single room--but I’ll give you the keys for room 12, okay? It’s got two singles. It’s not like anybody’s going to want it tonight, anyway.”

  It only took dy a mio fill in the paperwork and for the payment to gh on the card. She slid her mother’s card bato her purse and gave the boy a big smile. “You’re really sweet, you know that . . . .” She looked at him inquisitively.

  “Ah, Tim.” He stuck his hand out.

  “dy,” she said, meeting his hesitant but strong handshake with her soft grip. “You’re a nice guy, Tim.” And then, eyes fluttering wide with surprise, she quickly leaned forward and gave him a pe the cheek. His unshaven ski coarse against her lips. “See you!”

  He called out to her at the door. “Uh, dy? Yeah, listen . . . uh, I mean, you don’t have to or nothin’ . . . I’m done work at midnight. I don’t suppose you’d, like, want to grab a drink with me after work? There’s a bar down the road . . . .”

  dy gave him a sad look over her shoulder. “I’m sorry, Tim. I . . . ’t.”

  Tim looked away. “Nah, I uand. . . .”

  “No, it’s . . . ,” she rushed to say. “It’s my aunt, otherwise I totally would. We’re leaving early tomorrow, you know? I better not be out te or anything.” She offered a tentative smile. “You uand, yeah? Family?”

  “Yeah, family,” he said ruefully, and smiled.

  “See you around, Tim.”

  “Bye, dy.”