Meltdown and Fallout

Suzy sat silently as Wilcox drove her back into town. There was no way she was going to let him take her directly home and find out where she lived. "Lived..." she thought with a scoff. She didn't live here. She lived back in Burlington. The thought stuck in her head. She didn't HAVE to stay here...

"This place good?" Wilcox asked. Suzy barely glanced up at the flashing neon bar sign and nodded. He pulled into the lot and threw the brake on. He glanced at her exhausted face and dark, smudged eyeliner. Wilcox let out a sigh. "Alright." he said, reaching into his back pocket for his money clip. He peeled off two one hundred dollar bills, glanced back at Suzy's nearly motionless body, raised his eyebrows and made a silent "Meh, yeah I guess it's only fair" type of expression; and started to do the math in his head.

"Let's see, three in the vag so that's two bills a piece... three in the ass so that's another three..." he said with a sigh, holding one last hundred dollar bill. He thought of himself a decent man. He was a father and husband, and you know what, a damned good one. Why, he was the construction department manager for the city, afterall. The petty cash he was paying her with came out of the city's expense fund. He made an "Oh yeah! alright, sure" expression with his eyebrows, and stacked the last hundred with the others.

"Here you go." he said, holding the money out for Suzy. She slowly looked at it, then at him. Wilcox sighed again, and patted the steering wheel with one hand as he looked at her sympathetically. "Hey listen, I hope you don't think we meant to, you know..." was all he got out before she snatched the money from his hand and stormed out of the car, tears in her eyes. Suzy slammed the door, hugged herself against the chilly evening Vermont air, and shakily walked to the bar. The bouncer out front took one look at her and decided she needed a drink and not to card her. She heard Wilcox start his engine and drive off as she pushed the creaky old wooden door open.

Suzy entered the typically quaint New England bar and was glad that it was still early and not too many people were there. She made her way straight to the bathroom and was thankful she had the sink and wall-length mirror to herself. She hesitated as she approached the mirror, wondering just what she looked like. Before she could do anything, she had to get out...

Suzy pulled her phone out and opened her contacts. She scrolled down, her thumb hovering over "Emma." She stared at the name, tears welling up, and kept scrolling. A few seconds later, she held the phone to her ear.

"Jules...just listen. I need you to come get me right now.....YES I'm FUCKING SERIOUS!" she nearly yelled. Suzy took a breath. "Just...just come get me.... please come get me..... I can cover gas." she said. A second later, she let out a sigh of relief. "Alright. Thank you. I'm at....ummm...." she said, looking around. She walked back out into the bar until she saw a sign. "...The Timberwolf on Maple Street." Suzy chuckled at something her best friend said. "Him? He's just one tiny dicked pervert. I'll take care of it." she said. "Thanks, Jules. I'm going to get drunk." she said, and hung up the phone, and finally looked in the mirror.

She was exhausted; empty. Her mascara hadn't ran as bad as she thought, she noted, and fixed it with a wetted thumb. Her hair needed combed but wasn't as bad as she thought it was. She quickly produced a comb from her purse and fixed it. It was fixed. She did it. She was in control. Her clothes were spared, at least. All in all, within a couple of minutes, no one would guess what she'd been through. Suzy washed her face and dabbed it dry with the paper towel, removing the last of her makeup. Even without it, she was still "cute." She quickly reapplied her lipstick and eyeliner. She took a look at herself, and sighed. The visible signs had been erased. With that, she lifted her skirt and held a wad of paper towels to her asshole, and squeezed out the last of the cum. She tossed the soiled mess into the trash, glancing at the disturbingly large amount of cum she'd been carrying inside of her. A quivering rage built inside of her.

Suzy scrolled back to Emma and blocked her as she strode with purpose to the bar. The 50 year old bartender looked up and shifted his whiskers. "Long Island Ice Tea." Suzy said. "Extra Vodka." He raised his eyebrow, and produced a glass, shaker, and scoop of ice. He stole a glance to a man sitting in the corner and made a "how about this one?" motion with his head and expression. The man shook his head.

The bartender shrugged and mixed the drink for her. He poured the five shots of mixed liquor, triple-sec, cola, simple syrup, and lemon juice into a tall cocktail glass and stuck the lemon wedge on its edge. He sat it on a napkin and slid it to her. She was just about the get up when he produced a straw from his sleeve, as if he were a magician; with a sleight of hand trick he'd mastered over 30 years. Suzy didn't know why, but its innocence was so delightfully shocking to Suzy that she actually gasped and laughed. His mustache framed his broad smile at her reaction perfectly off of his still brilliant blue eyes to give him a fatherly, yet masculine look. Suzy actually blushed. "Enjoy, miss." he said, handing her the straw.

Suzy took the drink with an involuntary smile as she turned to find a seat. The bartender followed her path and watched her take a seat at a narrow table meant for two, obviously being considerate by habit; for the patrons that will surely soon pour in after the Sun finished setting. The orange and golds of the setting Sun shimmered on Suzy's pale skin, giving it an angelic glow. The bartender sighed, appreciating the otherwordliness of the moment.

The man in the corner coughed. The bartender looked at him, seeing the questioning expression on his face. He shrugged with a smirk, grabbed his dish cloth, and wiped his counter clean. If the owner wasn't going to make a pass at this one, he certainly was. He'd been doing this for so long he could tell which ones were ripe for the picking as soon as they walked in the door. If the owner didn't see that, well; that was just plain inexperience.

He whistled a little ditty and started mixing Suzy's next Long Island Iced Tea, imagining her wet pussy sliding down his cock. He didn't know what she was drinking for, but he knew from her reaction to his little magic trick somewhere in the back of mind a good, proper fucking was what would make her world right in her mind. Probably a cheating boyfriend. He glanced at her, a disturbing thought bouncing in his mind. "Nah, she's young, but not THAT young..." he thought; ruling out a "bad uncle" scenario.

Suzy sat alone, staring at the diffused and dimming orange and gold cascade coming through the textured glass; the warmth coming from her now nearly empty glass rather from the Sun. She finished her glass and approached the bar. The bartender took her empty glass and immediately swapped it out for a fresh one with a wink. She plucked the straw out of the first one and dropped it into the second; the **** flooding her system as she involuntarily smiled at him. Her head was already happily buzzed and getting fuzzier. She found her seat as a group of six entered and crowded the bar.

The Sun was setting, and it was getting dark now. She sipped her drink rapidly, draining almost a quarter of it as she watched the setting Sun. "Come on, Jules..." she thought. "Please...."

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Meanwhile, across town, Emma was on her phone. "Mom, they towed it, okay? Snider's Garage, the one on Maple... no I wasn't in a wreck, I just must have parked in a handicap spot or something, I don't know..." Emma listened for a moment, and her eyes went wide. "Ohh...Suzy?....Yeah, she's fine. Anyway, I'm just going to Uber home. I'm sure you're "busy." she said, taking a gamble that the sass would distract her from Emma's unaccounted for cousin. She tilted her head, waiting for her to finish her rebuttal. "I know, mom. I know. I'll... we'll be back tonight. Bye." she said.

"Bitch." Emma said after she disconnected. Emma let out a disgruntled sigh. Dukeberry wasn't big enough to warrant a proper impound lot, so they used Snider's Garage simply due to the fact that it had a barbed wire fence and twenty parking spaces; almost twice that of the other garages in town. She could see her SUV parked not 20 yards from her. Emma looked at the front door sign. It had the "Closed" side flipped towards the window, but she banged on the door anyway.

Nothing. Emma huffed, and pulled out her phone. She pulled up Suzy's name. "Where R U?" she typed and sent, glancing back at the door. She missed the "error" sound from her phone as she heard the door unlock. A tall young man with a severe 5' O clock shadow and a toned frame under dark gray coveralls emerged.

Emma gasped and turned, but he caught her by the elbow and quickly hauled her inside, slamming and locking the door behind him. Emma turned, and held her hands up pleadingly. "Eric.... please...." she said as he walked toward her, unbuckling his belt.

"Hi, Sis." he said as she backed into the garage. "Long time, no see."