Warning: This work has been rated 18+ for language, violence, and mature content.
The night was relatively as calm as the rain that had been pouring most of the day. The streets were dead and most of the stores had closed down for the night. Though if you were to walk down the street near Marys Road, you will find yourself at a little bar called the Night Owl. It was a trashy and run down place where creeps and lonely men went to drink and stare at half-dressed women. Still, the beer was good and business thrived.
A man in his mid-thirties stood at the metal doors, cigarette in hand as he struggled to light it. He let out a grunt as it fell landing in a pool of water.
“Damn it,” he cursed as he reaches for it, but the water had already ruined the tobacco.
He wasn't mad though; he had already smoked half the pack, but the sweet chemicals made him feel so good. He sighed and reached for another, but stopped when he heard a woman's voice call to him.
“Need another one?”
He looked up to see her walking towards him. She was dressed in very little and judging by the smell on her breath and the stagger in her walk, she had been drinking. Her long brown hair looked a bit damp and her small baby tee covered only a portion of her chest. Her breasts dangled under her shirt teasing the man. She looked young too, maybe in her early twenties. The eyeliner on her face was smudged and running down her cheeks as if she had been crying. The man knew she was probably a prostitute, but he only smiled and took the cancer stick from her hands.
“Thanks,” He said quietly.
“You look like a nice guy why are you here?”
He nearly laughed hearing those words, a cliche thing to say, she was definitely hoping to get some tonight. He lit the cig and heaved out a long cloud of smoke.
“You look like a nice girl, why are you dressed like that?” He mocked her.
The woman smiled and placed her hand on her hips, her small fragile little hips, he had to admit she was very tempting. A thousand fantasies raced through his mind. He Imagines her cuffed to a bed frame, unable to move as he did whatever he wanted to her.
“Well, girl's gotta make a little money, plus it's fun not wearing anything,” she whispered, a giggle quickly followed. The smell of beer and hard liquor contaminated the air as she spoke.
“Come on, your lonely I'm lonely let's keep each other company.”
“What makes you think I'm lonely?” He asked.
The woman got closer to him placing her hands on his jacket. She was very persistent, but the man didn't give in. He only seemed amused as she tried her best to “act” sexy.
“Why else would you be standing in the rain so long, you're soaking wet and you are at the loneliest place in town. So what do you say? Wanna have a little fun tonight?
“How do you know I’m not just some creep?” He could tell she was getting annoyed, but she bit her lip and continued to pursue him.
“I trust my gut.”
“I don't know you that well,” he continued his game of thirteen questions.
“My name is Brandy and you?”
“Lance,” he said with a smile.
“Well now, that we are acquainted, how about it, baby?
Lance took a few more puffs of his cigarette before throwing it to the ground. He stared at her for a while deciding if she was even worth his time. She was right about one thing; he was lonely.
“ Alright, meet me at the Day Inn Night around let's say twelve thirty.”
The rain came down harder as Lance sat in his musty hotel room. The sounds of the raindrops hitting the metal roof were soothing. He glanced at his watch; it was almost time. He couldn't believe he was really about to pay a woman for sex, he sighed and fell back on the bed. Was he really that low? Right on cue, there was a soft knock on the door.
Brandy slowly opened the door soaking wet, her small top became transparent as it stuck to her soft skin. He could see her hard nipples through the wet patches on her shirt. By this point, her makeup was melting from her face, but she didn’t seem to care in her drunken state. She staggered towards the bed tripping over her own feet. She pulled at her wet blouse slowly removing it. Beads of water streamed down her body dripping onto her skirt. Lance licked his bottom lip as he studied her.
“I don’t have a condom.”
“ Its ok I always keep spares,” she flashed an innocent smile as she pulled a silver packet from her skirt.
Lance took it from her and shoved it in his pocket. He lifted his shirt letting it land wherever. Brandy was surprised at how fit he was. Most of the people she slept with were old men with beer guts and cried every time she touched him.
“Like what you see?” He asked.
Brandy nodded and laid back with her legs slightly spread.
“Do you?” She purred.
Lance smirked as he towered over her. He placed his hands on her chest, his hands were cold and rough, Brandy gasped at the sudden intensity. He kept them there for a moment playing with her breasts. She let out a soft moan as he placed his thumbs on her nipples rubbing them. He then moved down towards her skirt lifting the fabric with his fingers. It slid off with ease.
“Are you sure you're okay with this?” He asked before discarding her underwear, she shook her head enthusiastically.
“Just do it.”
Lance slid the undergarment down her legs, she was already wet. Lance licked his finger before sticking it inside her. Brandy arched her back at the sudden sensation of warmth inside her. She moaned again, but this time a bit louder.
He smiled at hearing his name being called out like that. He added a second finger making her squirm. Her eyes shut tight as she gripped the bedsheets, he could hear the fabric being ripped by her fingernails. He knew she was faking, but continued to please her. The pleasure, however, ceased when she felt a sharp pain run through her body. She winced but tried her best to ignore it. She let out another fake moan, but choked when she felt the same pain again this time being a little more intense, but she wanted her money so she, again, ignored it. The third time was enough for her to sit up.
“What the fuck are you-” She paused and stared at the bed in horror.
Deep red blood stained the white sheets. The pain had now turned into a burning sensation. She looked down at her vagina only to be met with a mass of bloody flesh. She screamed and kicked the man away.
“What did you do?” Her voice cracked as she spoke. She stood still trying to keep her hands between her now blood-soaked legs.
Lance laughed as he licked the crimson blood from the blade.
“This will be a fun night after all.”