The Pony

The sky was a deep purple. The moonlight on Nadia’s face. Tear tracks on her cheeks. Red. Puffy. This is what it was like to be completely alone. She had some money from her trainer job. She had transferred the pay checks into a temporary online bank account. She had a joint account with Greg but she didn’t dare touch it.

Greg didn’t want her… Mark was sleeping with someone else. She knew she wasn’t exclusive with Mark, but she thought that maybe he was serious with her.

Her phone took her to a cheap hotel. The Pony. The wallpaper was peeling. She felt as if she deserved this. Her heart was spent. Growing cold. Maybe she wasn’t cut out for love. Sex was the only thing that made sense now. It numbed the pain. The ecstasy of a big cock entering her wet pussy was like nothing else. Oh, how did she fall so far from grace…

She paid for the hotel. The room was not very clean. Smelt of dust. There was a double bed and a box TV in the corner. The bathroom was floral tiled. She removed her clothes. Took a shower and then climbed into bed naked.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

Nadia startled. She got up. Quickly put on her sports bra and panties. She cringed as the clothes smelled. The door didn’t have a fisheye.

“Who is it?” She said.

“Room service…”

“I didn’t order room service…” Nadia said.

“Open the god damn door bitch before I break it down myself!”

Nadia sank. Heart beating. The man banged on the door and shook the door handle.