Carlos smoked a second spliff, blew a couple of smoke rings, and distracted me with his thoughts for how to run a drugs operation with efficiency.
Born to be an Uber driver, Carlos.
He said that being with a woman is a lot like flying a kite. Once you stop running, all that’s left is to hold on to it. I thought that sounded a bit weird, but I’ve never been a writer, so who was I to judge?
My phone vibrated. I checked it. She had been sending me SnapChats, which were getting sexier and sexier. I felt confident that she was real this time, and not another one of those scams, because a few of her snaps referenced inside jokes we had been making in our conversations. We had started talking the week before, after I responded to a craigslist post she made.
Pulling into the motel’s parking lot, I could see Carlos getting uncomfortable. There was a cop’s car parked there, in front of one of the rooms. Damn Hawaii five oh, he said.
Thanking him, I got out of his lowrider and gave him five stars, and a somewhat generous tip. Then I texted her, I’m here.
Seven, was all her reply said.
As I walked by the motel’s office, I noticed that the clerk seemed to be missing. The neon sign said it was open, so I guessed that they must have been in the bathroom, or out back smoking a cigarette. What’s ironic is that, with him missing, I actually felt safer.
When the first door turned out to be number one, I knew immediately which one number seven would be. The one with the cop’s car parked in front of it. This just went from stupid to insane, I thought.
After I knocked, I heard her voice. Come right in, she said. It took me a second to realize that meant the door was unlocked. I pushed it open, and immediately the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.
On the bed, in the same lingerie she had been wearing in her last snap, she sat with her back against the headboard, and one leg crossed over the other. In her left hand, she held a gun which she held pointing at me, and used to make a gesture. I understood it to mean that I should come inside and close the door. After me doing so, she smiled.
The clerk’s mouth was taped shut, and his arms were tied behind his back. He was sitting on a chair, to the right of the bed. There was a scrape on his cheek, and he was sweating a bit, but otherwise he looked ok.
Drop your phone, she said in a low voice. I don’t want you calling the police, she said, and then laughed. I threw my phone onto her police uniform, which was crumpled up in front of the bed.
Now take off your clothes, she said.
When I got all of my clothes off, I discovered that I had an erection. I felt slightly embarrassed and ashamed due to it, but also strangely proud.
I won’t tell anyone about this, I said. My hands were both on top of my head, but I don’t remember putting them there.
She got up off of the bed, and walked slowly around me. Stand in front of him, she said. I walked over to the clerk. Kneel down, she said. I did.
Now, she said, take his dick out and suck it.
In that moment, a ridiculous thought occurred to me at the back of my head, which was that I hoped I would do it correctly. You see, I had never sucked dick before in my life.
I looked up quickly to see where the clerk was looking. He had his head turned to the side, and his eyes were closed shut. Using both hands, I quickly undid his pants and pulled his cock out. It wasn’t hard, but it wasn’t soft either, as I put my mouth on the tip.
Suddenly I felt a hand on the back of my head. I looked in the mirror that was above the sink, behind the clerk, and could see that she was pushing my head down. She was still holding the gun, pointed off to the side.
Yeah, she said, he likes that.
His hard-on indicated that yes, he indeed did. I remember thinking that I had never had my mouth stuffed with that much of anything before, and feeling shocked by how much saliva I was producing.
After a few minutes, I realized that it wasn’t her hands on my head anymore. They were the clerks. I shot back up to my feet, and saw that the rope that I thought had been tied around his arms was now on the ground behind his chair.
What the fuck, I shouted.
He’s angry, the clerk said, then looked at the woman. She had sat down on the bed.
And I thought he looked cute scared, she said, looking me over.
You violated me, I said, and went to put my clothes back on. I didn’t want a part of your game.
And yet, the clerk said, trailing off, and pointing at my penis. Shockingly to me, it was still erect.
The woman slid across the bed until she was right in front of me. She held up the gun, and I took it. The whole thing was made from plastic. I could see where someone had used marker to cover up bright orange spots.
This still isn’t funny, I said, and threw the gun at the clerk, who was now standing up. He dodged it, and it bounced off the mirror. The clerk gave me a sickeningly cute grin.
Then maybe we should change the subject, the woman said, and she grabbed my cock. Against my wishes, I could feel myself wanting her. And him. I probably could have let that go, and should have, but something made me not try.
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