Yellow Jack Inn

I woke up at 5pm from my alarm. I made myself some coffee and sipped it while browsing through LifeInvader. After finishing my habitual coffee, I made myself some sandwiches and continued to browse some other sites on the couch while eating. I closed the laptop while chewing the last bit away, then got up and took a shower. I was nearly finished when the water turned cold and I cursed. Still cursing I dried myself. I checked the boiler, gave a slap on the little box where I thought the thermostat was in and I sighed with relief when it blinked back to life. Darned thing.

I went into my bedroom and sprawled on the bed. I grabbed my body lotion and applied it to myself, paying more attention to my breasts as I otherwise would and when I felt the glow of arousing build in my loins, I put the lotion away. I took a palm full of oil and rubbed it onto my sex. Slowly spreading it along my folds, then onto my pubis and finally massaged my nub. I closed my eyes as I became more and more aroused. When I felt my pelvic muscles reacting involuntary, I quickly wiped my hands on a towel, reached into the night stand and grabbed my vibrator. I turned it on a little higher than usual and used it to tease my clit then my folds before slowly dipping it inside me. With slow deep thrusts I brought myself quickly to a shallow climax. After slipping the vibrator out of me I glanced at it, then grinned as an idea struck me, no, two ideas. First I dipped my fingers in my wetness and carefully applied it to my pulse points in my neck, knowing all too well what kind of effect that could have. Then I dug in my night stand and found what I was looking for, lube. I applied some to the vibrator and my entrance, then thrust it a few times inside me. I repeated it a few more times until I was so slippery that when I let go off the vibrator it was almost launched out of me. It felt great though, sometimes I enjoyed the sensations being super slippery, I don't know why. If this wasn't wet and ready enough, nothing would be. I wiped the outside of my sex, cleaned my vibrator and began to dress for my meet-up-and-fuck at Yellow Jack Inn.

Black sexy -almost slutty- lacy underwear first. It was the nearly sheer front set from Gussét, I liked the opaque sides it had. Then put on the same black skirt he had groped me in and a simple top showing enough of my cleavage and finally my high heeled sandals. I gave myself a quick glance in the mirror, then reached for my make-up. I opted for bright red glossy lipstick, then drew cat eyes and added a smoky shade. Satisfied with the results I checked my purse. Enough condoms, emergency make-up, gun, hair brush, money. Oh, money. I took most of it out and kept only a hundred in small bills in my little wallet. I put the rest away in my safety box, then added the last touches of deodorant and perfume to myself carefully avoiding the spots in my neck with my very own and very personal odour. The latter wasn't so much for the guy as it was for me. The notion it was there along with the occasional waft kept my lust lingering at a higher level than it otherwise would.

I arrived at Yellow Jack Inn quite early and while I parked my car I wondered if I should take off my panties before meeting him. There was still too much time left, so I decided against it for now and went inside.
"Hey Lisa," Janet greeted me as I entered the smoky bar, "out on the prowl?"
I smiled, "Hi Janet, no, I'm meeting someone here in a bit. Do me a rum 'n coke, please?" I climbed on a free barstool and gave a nod to the others.
"Still working down Marina Drive?" she asked me as she prepared my drink.
"Yes, but things have been getting a little tense lately," I said.
She nodded, "Yup, Lost aren't happy about something. Keep dropping in looking for Latinos, it's starting to scare my customers away. Heard someone killed a hooker out there?"
I shrugged, "Not that I know, one has disappeared, another shot, but nobody died." Then quickly added, "I think."
"Disappeared, huh? Well, I bet ya she's either dropped in the desert somewhere left to the vultures or floating in the lake. That's what usually happens to people who disappear." She placed the drink in front of me and I paid her.
I thought for a moment, then shrugged, "It was a meth-head anyway, so even if she wasn't killed, she'll die soon enough anyway. They all do. I just hope for her sake that it was quick." I took a slow sip from my drink.
She chuckled, "We all hope it'll be quick and painless. So how about you? Any boyfriend yet?"
I shook my head firmly, "No, I don't want one. Yet."
"Ah, still having fun being single, eh?" she asked with a wink. She lowered her voice, "Well, you know I always have a room available, but you have to get them guys to buy more booze before going up there, or I'll have to increase the price."
I certainly enjoyed what I was doing, but I wasn't planning on telling her. I leaned forward a bit and lowered my own voice, "I'm going to need that room tonight. Couple of hours tops." I slipped some money towards her.
She quickly grabbed it and replaced it with the key to the room, "Ah, that kind of meeting. Try to get him to buy some booze anyway and be careful, honey."
I nodded, "I'll do my best, Janet." I put the key in my purse and took another sip from my drink.

As one of the guys asked for another beer, Janet gave me another quick wink, then focussed on the guy. They ended up chatting about Senora National Park and the increase of coyotes there. As I listened to their chatter, the door opened and as I looked to my side, I noticed the guy I was supposed to meet come in.

He immediately walked up to me, "Nice, you're on time." His hand groped as much of my ass as the barstool allowed and leaned in whispering, "You better be wet and ready."
I flashed him a smiled, then whispered back, "Buy a bottle of your preferred poison and we go up and you'll find out for yourself."
"Why?" he asked.
"To do Janet a favour, okay?"
He shrugged, "Fine." Then he leaned on the bar, "Janet, bottle of Mount to go, please?"
"Sure, hun," she said and a moment later placed the bottle on the bar, "$25 please."
He paid and pushed the bottle in a pocket of the hunting vest he was wearing, then turned to me, "Ready?"
I took another sip from my drink, grabbed my purse then nodded, "Yes, follow me."

As we climbed the stairs at the back he lifted my skirt and gave me a quick grope. "Nice, but much nicer bare," he said and shoved his finger over my sex as I unlocked the door with a gasp.
As soon as I closed the door behind us he yanked my skirt down, then my panties and cupped my sex. "Oh, I like bare pussies," he said, then curled his finger between my folds and grinned, "Wet too, good."
While holding my pussy and pushing his finger further into me, he pushed me towards the bed. I almost tripped while I tried to shake my skirt and panties from my ankles. I fell onto the bed and his hand slipped from me. I clenched my thighs and looked at him, "Pay first."
He shrugged and threw a $100 bill on me.
"Actually, it's $125. $25 for the room," I said as I put the bill in my purse and dug up a condom.
He snatched it from my hand and threw it in a corner, "No fucking rubbers, bitch."
"Listen, if you want to do it without, it'll be $50 extra," I said.
"Fine," he said and threw another $100 bill onto me and added, "Keep the change. Now spread yer fucking legs and shut the fuck up."
I put the money into my purse and placed it on the night stand, then laid back and spread my legs for him. He climbed onto the bed, opened his pants then lowered them, letting his semi-erect cock spring free. He roughly pushed my legs further apart as he climbed between them, lifted my hips and pressed the tip of his cock into me. It slipped easily into me, thanks to my preparations. With one hand he shoved my top up and grabbed my breast roughly. His fingertips digging into my soft flesh as he thrust his still semi-erect cock into me.
"Now," he said, "yer wet cunt is gonna be mine." And his hand on my thigh gripped it tighter while he held my hips up with his thighs under my ass. He started with short thrusts while keeping his cock in me. I felt it stiffening as his thrusts grew in length and pace.
Suddenly he shoved his cock hard and deep into me while gripping my breast painfully. "Ya need this, don't ya, bitch?"
I nodded to please him while gritting my teeth.
"I'll give ya what ya need, bitch. But ya gotta beg for it," he said as he pulled out.
"Please," I begged, more from the pain in my breast than any desire for him, "fuck me."
He pushed his glans into me, "How ya wanna be fucked?"
I was a little taken aback, then said with the same begging tone, "Fuck me good."
His hand left my breast and he slapped my cheek, "Say please, bitch."
I yelped in surprise, then begged, "Fuck me good, please."
He shoved his cock deep into me again, "Better, keep begging."
As he pulled back I looked at him pleadingly, "Fuck me, please."
With a grunt he shoved into me and I moaned. "Again!" he said as he pulled out.
"Fuck me, please," I half begged half moaned for the show.
He thrust deep into me then immediately pulled back, but not completely out.
Again I begged him, "Fuck me, please?"
He grinned and thrust into me and while he slowly withdrew I begged him again, "Fuck me, please?"
"Yeah," he grunted and began to thrust with a quick pace. I begged while he kept thrusting with increasing pace. His hand moved onto my breast again and kneaded it -less painful this time- while plunging his cock into my slippery canal. I started to flex my pelvic muscles on his shaft while moaning the begs a little louder.
"Oh yeah, ya like that. Cum on my cock, bitch," he said and thrust even harder into me while gripping my thigh firmer.
I did my best to increase the pace of flexing my pelvic muscles on his shaft while quivering my hips moaning loud, "Fuck me, yes, fuck me, please!"
Suddenly he slowed down and while he grunted through gritted teeth, "Yer gonna get it all, bitch," I felt his cock begin to throb inside me.
A few more slow deep thrusts later I felt the throbbing increase and I doubled my efforts gripping and relaxing my muscles on his shaft while moaning in feigned delight. Then I felt his hot jets of cum deep inside me, he gave another hard deep thrust and jetted another couple of globs of hot cum into me. He held still for a moment with a big grin on his face, then he pulled out.

He grabbed me by my hair and pulled my face towards his cock. "Now clean up, bitch," he grunted.
As I began to lick his cock with soft hums, it throbbed up another glob of cum, which I quickly lapped up. I swallowed it away before sucking his cock more than clean and a little while later it softened in my mouth.
He suddenly pulled me off his cock and held my face close to his. "Good job, bitch," he said, his lips an inch from mine, "I'll find ya again some time and ya better be wet and ready for me again." I shuddered, not from his remark, but from the sensations of his cum leaking from my pussy.
When he let go of me I shook my head while my heart thumped wildly in my chest, "Only if you make an appointment."
"Oh, yer quite a demanding one. What's yer digits?" he asked while pulling out his phone.
I gave him my number and silently hoped he would never call.
He put his phone away and pulled up his pants after climbing off the bed. "See ya," he said and headed out the door.

I hadn't enjoyed this one bit, but he had paid me well. I cleaned myself at the sink, the room used to have a proper bathroom, but it was locked. I checked my breast then thigh and hoped the marks of his nails would leave soon. I got dressed, straightened the bed covers, cleaned the leaked cum stain with a tissue then went back to the bar.

Janet started to prepare a drink as soon as she saw my somewhat sad face. I slipped the key onto the bar.
"Bad one?" she asked as she placed a rum and coke in front of me.
I nodded and shrugged, then thanked her for the drink.
She smiled, "He did buy a bottle of Mount, so you're getting this one on the house." She lowered her voice, "Is the room clean?"
I nodded, "Yes, but what's with the bathroom?"
"Oh Christ," she said, then shouted, "Josef? Get your ass over here."
"Be right back," she said to me, then headed to the other end of the bar where Josef showed up.
I could hear her swearing at him, then she came back as he went out. Hopefully to fix whatever is wrong with the bathroom.
She smiled, "Everything will be working soon. Now what was wrong about that fella?"
I shrugged and sipped from my drink.
She leaned towards me over the bar and grabbed my shoulder gently, "Did he hurt you?"
I tried to shrug. "He was just a little rough," I whispered, "Nothing to be worried about, Janet."
"He did pay you for the trouble," her eyes fixed on mine intently, "didn't he?"
I nodded slowly.
"Good, he didn't seem your type," she whispered. "I didn't know you asked money for it?"
I shook my head, "I didn't, until..." I paused and thought for a moment, then added, "things changed."
She shrugged, "It doesn't matter to me, honey, but you shouldn't be out on the streets. And I thought you worked at John's place?"
I shook my head again, "I don't. I.. ehm... I mean I do work there, not on the streets. I just made an appointment for tonight."
She smiled and nodded, "I see. Well, make sure you don't get caught and stay safe. You carry?"
I gave a quick nod, "I'll do my best to stay safe."
"You better," she said, "we don't need more dead girls around here." As she caught me glancing at the clock she asked, "You need to work tonight?"
I nodded again with a sigh, "Yes, I have to, last shift of the week. I'll be off tomorrow."
"Wait," she said, then turned and rummaged in a drawer. I took another sip from my drink and as I placed the glass back on the bar she gave me a small jar.
"Use this on any bruises you might have," then lowered her voice further, "even if they're internally, if you know what I mean. It'll heal faster."
I glanced at the jar in my hand and turned it over. It didn't have any labels on it, so I asked, "What is it?"
She shrugged, "I don't know. Something Josef's mother sends over every so often. He swears by it, as do I. Josef is kind of rough when he's drunk, but he cares enough to ask for this stuff."
"Oh," I said and blushed a little. Somehow I couldn't really picture those two being intimate. "Thank you for this, Janet. I better get going."
"Sure, honey, take care!" she said and picked up my glass.
I slipped off the barstool, then said a little louder, "Good night!" and while hearing some "Night"s in reply I left the bar.

I drove home and once inside, I quickly undressed and showered, cleaning myself thoroughly inside and out. After towelling myself dry I felt a little better. I opened Janet's jar and quickly pulled my face away from the reek that came off it. I applied it carefully to the marks on my breast and thigh, then got dressed in clean clothes. Again a skirt and top, I rarely wore any jeans or pants, unless I had to for some reason. I put my money away, left the jar on the night stand, then made myself a cup of strong coffee. Sipping from it on the couch I thought back to the guy. While he was somewhat rough and hurt me, it could have been a lot worse. I knew that from the internet. I shivered. I also considered myself lucky, especially with my preparation.