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Chapter 18 by Jnightshade Jnightshade

Promise her or not?

What can it hurt?

“Sure, I promise.”

Her face lights up in a grin. “I’m so glad.”

You look over at her. With the outfit she has on and the dried spattered blood she stands out like a sore thumb.

“As sexy as you look, we need to find some less conspicuous clothes and get you cleaned up.”

“Awe, you don’t like my leggings?”

She brings her long, sexy, latex covered leg up to the dash. She runs a hand across the shiny surface.

“Anne, you just murdered a man, we need to not stick out.”

She sucks on a finger. “So you do like them...”

“They’re sexy, but we need to blend in.”

“Fine. Trust me though, blending is is no fun at all.”

You see a small motel in the distance.

“There. We can get you cleaned up and changed.”

“Couldn’t we find someplace nicer?”

“I only have a couple hundred in cash. We aren’t going to be staying at the Ritz.”

She licks her lips. “I’m sure I can find an alternate method of payment.”

You pull in to the parking lot.

“No. You stay in the car.”

Anne makes a pouty face.

You get out and head to the registration desk. It is cramped and feels like it was built about fifty years ago. An old man sits behind the counter.

“Excuse me can I get a room.”

“Sure can. Room twenty four.” He grabs the keys from an old peg board. “That’ll be eighty two fifty.”

You pass him the cash. It’s an outrageous amount for a crappy place, but you aren’t in any position to argue.

You get Anne and walk into your room. The room looks like the rest of the place, old and dirty.

“Anne, why don’t you go take a shower and get the blood off.”

“Ok. I’ll be masturbating in the shower if you want to join me.”

You cursed cock throbs at the offer. You vow to stay put and try to figure out your next move. The noise of shower water soothes you. You list your problems. It’s a short list, money and a place to go.

You hear the water stop. You look up.

Anne is standing at the edge of the bathroom gloriously naked. The blood spatter is gone, her hair is soaked, beads of water glisten on her spectacular breasts.

“Bill, come take me. I’m so wet.”

Do you take her?

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