No one but Bodie

Candy's bare feet made soft slapping sounds against the worn motel carpet as she padded down the dimly lit corridor. The night air was thick with the smell of stale cigarettes and cheap disinfectant, and the flickering fluorescent lights overhead cast eerie shadows on the walls. She clutched the thin bathrobe tightly around her, the fabric barely covering her frame, and her heart raced with every creak of the old building. As she approached the reception area, she could see Bodie's thin frame silhouette against the faint glow of his laptop screen.

Bodie's head lifted as she drew near, and a slow, sinister grin spread across his face, revealing crooked teeth. The grin widened as he took in Candy's disheveled appearance, her face still smeared with the dried evidence of Meat's dominance. "Well, well, well, now ain't you a sight," he drawled, his voice filled with amusement as his eyes roamed over her. Candy's cheeks burned as she clutched the robe tighter, but it offered little cover. "So, Meat finally pass out, huh? Or did you decide you want a taste of little Bodie here instead?" He groped his crotch with a flourish, his wink making her stomach churn with anxiety. She shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "No, Bodie, it's nothing like that", Candy mumbled, her face growing hotter. "Meat wants a nice meal for dinner. He wanted me to tell you to arrange some proper food for him. He's starving after we... we... you know," she blushed about what she was insinuating. Bodie's grin turned into a leer, his eyes gleaming with perverse amusement as he leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying her discomfort. "Oh, I can imagine," he drawled, his voice thick with sarcasm. "You two must have had quite the workout. Well, I can arrange a meal, but it's going to cost you, babe.", he paused, letting the implication hang in the air.

"You can put it on our tab," Candy said, her voice trembling as she clutched the even bathrobe tighter, hoping to hide the evidence of her humiliation. Bodie's leer widened, his eyes gleaming with lust as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on the counter. "What tab?" he sneered, his voice low and menacing. "You think you're some kinda VIP here? Nah, sweetheart, this ain't one of your white privileged places. Here, you gotta pay upfront. You bring your cash or card with you?" He eyed the flimsy robe, his gaze lingering on the curves it barely concealed. Candy shook her head, her cheeks burning with shame. "I... I didn't bring it. It's back in the room."

Candy's voice trembled as she pleaded, "Can I pay you tomorrow? I don't want to go back without the food. If Meat wakes up and I don't have it... he might think I didn't bring it on purpose... He was pretty angry when I didn't want to... please, Bodie!" Her eyes widened with fear, imagining Meat's anger if she returned empty-handed. Bodie leaned back in his chair, a sly grin spreading across his face as he clearly enjoyed her desperation. "Oh, I don't know, sweetheart," he drawled, dragging out each word. "You can't just run up a tab without paying upfront. If I order the food, I gotta pay out o' my pockets for it. And I got bills to pay, just like everyone else. Unless..."

Bodie's grin grew wider, clearly enjoying the power dynamic. "Unless," he said, his voice low and suggestive, "you spend a little time with Bodie here while we wait for the food. You know, just some innocent chat." He winked, his eyes gleaming with vulgar insinuation. "Meat's asleep, and I'm sure he won't mind. You wouldn't want to go back empty-handed, would you?" Candy's heart raced as she hesitated, her mind racing with the consequences. She kept thinking she couldn't return without the food, but the thought of being alone with Bodie made her skin crawl. Still, she had ****.

"Okay, you order the food first then," Candy said, trying to keep her voice steady, but it trembled slightly as she spoke. Bodie picked up the phone, his movements slow and deliberate, and dialed a number. After a brief conversation, he hung up and turned to her with a smirk. "It's gonna be about an hour," he said, leaning back in his chair. "Takeout here is pretty delayed, especially this late at night. So, why don't you come behind the counter and sit with me, babe? It's mighty boring here with no one around. At least with you here, I've got someone to talk to," he added, his tone dripping with insincerity.

Candy hesitated, her eyes darting around the cramped space behind the counter, but there was nowhere else to sit. "Where am I going to sit?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with unease. Bodie feigned a search, his hands patting the air as if expecting a stool to materialize. "Doesn't look like there's another one," he said, his tone casual yet laced with underlying menace. He gestured to his lap, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Why don't you just sit right here?", he suggested, his eyes glinting with amusement. Candy's heart pounded as she considered her options, but the weight of Meat's potential anger loomed over her.

Candy went behind the counter & reluctantly lowered herself onto Bodie's lap, her plush ass pressing against his bony thigh. The moment she settled, his arm snaked around her waist, pulling her closer. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, and sniffed the air dramatically. "Phew, girl! You stink!" he laughed, his voice grating with amusement. "What perfume you wearing? Eau de spunk?" He chuckled to himself, clearly entertained by his own crude joke. His hand slid from her waist to her hip, his fingers digging into her ass cheek over the robe as he pulled her tighter against him.

Candy giggled at the joke, but her face burned with shame as she stuttered, "No, um... it, um... it's Meat stuff... you know." Her voice trailed off, shame overwhelming her. "He didn't... let me have a shower afterwards..." she admitted, her cheeks flaming. Bodie's laughter was coarse as he smacked her ass lightly, the sound echoing through the cramped space. "Girl, you nasty," he chuckled, his breath hot against her ear. His hand lingered, squeezing her ass possessively, and Candy felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She wanted to pull away, to escape the humiliation, but she was trapped—trapped by her fear of Meat's anger, trapped by Bodie's lecherous grasp. The weight of her situation pressed down on her, and all she could do was sit there, enduring the torment, praying for the food to arrive and an escape from this erotic nightmare.