Part 2. Feedback of any kind appreciated.
The sound of the tub filling drifted down the hallway, a hopeful sound, given the air quality that surrounded her. The football game forgotten, I sat and contemplated how strange my Saturday had become. 7 hours ago, I was a recently single bachelor. Maisy and I had drifted further and further apart over the last year, her job taking more and more of her attention and mine doing much the same. She had gotten a place of her own and moved out while I was out of town, according to her texts, too afraid to confront me face to face. Her final treachery stung, but deep down, I knew she had taken the right step and one that I never would have taken myself. Because I’m a nice guy. Most of the time.
The tub gurgling as it drained shook me from my reverie, and piqued my interest of what was to come. This certainly was a strange situation.
I heard the bathroom door open and she padded into the room to where I was sitting. Completely naked. She sank to her knees in front of me and said “Thank you for allowing me to wash Sir, how may I be of service?” She said softly.
I was stunned into inaction and just stared at the lovely creature in front of me. Her damp, long black hair flowed to the middle of her back. She was about 5 feet tall, her body slender and toned and as I had noticed previously, covered with bruises – some more recent than others from their appearance. Several scars, welts and scabs marred her otherwise perfect skin. Her pert and obviously enlarged breasts stood out firmly with large, dark nipples pierced with heavy bars and half rings. As she knelt, I caught the glint of another piercing around her cunt. Yes, I call it a cunt. Because that’s what it is. I noticed that her arms were covered with goosebumps and grabbed a throw, laying it across her slender shoulders.
“Why don’t you sit up here on the couch and let’s talk?” I said.l as I patted the cushion close by.
She rose hesitantly and slid onto the couch visibly shivering. Hey, I like my AC. I gathered up the throw and placed it back around her, tucking it in around her thighs. She seemed uncomfortable and kept her eyes downcast. Yeah, I’m a bit uncomfortable too.
“So, tell me your story? How did you end up walking barefoot along the highway?”. I said.
“My shoe broke and I threw them away.” Was her reply. That was it. OK. She was going to be a challenge. Sighing inwardly, I wondered what the fuck it was about me that attracts difficult women?
“Can you explain further?” I prodded.
“The heel broke off and I could not walk with one shoe, it was too difficult.” Again, short on details.
“Ok, Ma’am, I can see this is going to take some effort. I’d like you to explain to me how you ended up where I picked you up and brought you to my home. Details would be appreciated as I’m sure you agree that this is an unusual situation. I’ll be happy to drive you home when we are done.” I said a bit forcefully.
“Sir, please do not take me home!” She said in a soft, but pleading voice. “I will die.”
“Then help me understand what happened!” I snapped. “Don’t hold back the details!”
“Yes Sir.” she said, drawing a ragged breath.
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