Feeling better now... (part 2)

Archer came inside and we hugged each other. It was so nice to feel someone hug me. It had been a long time. His body felt so warm...

We sat together and talked for a while... about what he'd been up to... about what I'd been up to (I didn't tell him about the choking incident. It just didn't seem right).

(He kept looking at my boots again, too. If I didn't like him so much, it would totally creep me out.)

I liked small talking with him, but I wanted to get out... do something with him. Do something for him to reciprocate the kindness he had shown me.

I took him to the massage parlor down the street, where I'd been thinking about taking a job. I wanted to give him a nice rubdown, feel his skin under my hands...

I rubbed all over his strong body... I could feel him getting hard under the towel I had draped over his "area." It had been so long since I was with anyone...

I started to stroke him lightly, moving my hands slowly up and down his penis, touching softly with my fingers, teasing him. He started to touch me too, and soon, I wanted to be as naked as he was.

I was so turned on... I wanted him inside me...

I took him fast into my mouth and sucked him hard. He moaned so loudly... I wanted to fuck him so badly... to feel him inside me... on top of me... behind me... thrusting, fucking me...

But... after a few minutes, he moaned so loudly and I felt his legs start to shudder, then his warm cum shot into my mouth.

 I wasn't upset, though. I loved making him cum, and feeling it in my mouth and swallowing it down turned me on so much that I almost came myself.

Afterwards, I laid on his chest and we looked at each other till we drifted off to sleep...

It was a beautiful evening.. but, next time I see him, I just may have to fuck him...

Feeling better now... (part 1)

It took a week for the hand marks on my neck to heal. I barely left the motel room in that whole time (and I never saw Archer once... more on that later, though).

Once I did get the courage to go out though, I decided to get my hair done. I needed a change, something new to look at in the mirror. So, I stopped by the new salon in town, Curl Up and Dye. They did a great job and I am so excited by my new look.

A couple days later, I found myself at the new gym in town and I bumped into a woman who worked there named Loa. We chatted briefly, then she left.
The very next night, out of the blue, I ran into her on the street. She thought I was someone else and I had to explain how we met. She apologized, explaining that she was very hungry. I was too, for that matter, and we decided to have dinner together. We walked over to the pizza place, Pizza Slut, and ordered a pie. We sat down and got to know each other a bit more. I found out that she is just in Dead End for the summer, before she heads back to school, in North Dakota, I believe.

 

We got our pizza (it was very, very good by the way, despite the look of the place) and ate, while a few people came and went. I saw a woman who I met at the Quicky Mart (I can't place her name, though) and a woman (whose name escapes me, as well) who knew Loa came over to the table to chat with us. I could tell right away that Loa was uncomfortable being in her presence. I tried my best to talk to the woman, help ease Loa's discomfort. Through the conversation, I learned that the woman must have propositioned Loa to... DO certain things for money. The woman even extended a vague invite to me to do the same kind of work as we were chatting. I politely refused, though I wasn't offended by the offer, not like Loa was. In a couple more weeks, as my savings dwindle and if I have trouble finding suitable employment, the woman's offer may become more tempting.

 

 

Loa was ready to leave, pretty much as soon as the woman started to talk to us. I was too, but for different reasons. I was getting tired. The woman... she seemed pretty harmless, especially considering what I'd already encountered in my short time in Dead End.

 

Loa and I walked back to the motel (where I found she was staying as well), keeping each other company. We said goodnight and went to our rooms.

 

I was getting ready to go to sleep, when I heard a key hit the doorknob. I felt my back pocket for my switchblade.

 

But I didn't need it... because it was Archer...



Hard Lesson

Tonight, I got a glimpse of how ugly and depraved this place can be.

Scary part is... I think a part of me kind of liked it.

I should've known something was up when I walked by the pawn shop and there was a big commotion going on. There were cops all over the outside of the building and a woman with a pipe wrench in her hand, who was threatening to bash in people's skulls. I guess it was a hostage situation, but I'm not really sure.

I continued on looking to find a job, stopping at a local business with a help wanted sign in the front window (the name of the place escapes me). I was jotting down the number in my phone, when the man spoke up from the shadows.

"What are you looking for, miss?" he said. I could tell he was going to be trouble. He had on a vest with no shirt, jeans, and a cigarette dangling from his lips.

I replied job hunting and I asked what he was out doing. He chuckled and his scared face broke out into a grin.

"Just out doing what predators do," he replied.

Part of me wanted to run away screaming. But... oddly, part of me wanted to stay... A byproduct of my past, no doubt. Something I don't know if I'll ever get away from completely.

I smiled and asked what it was he was hunting.

He replied, "Redheads, evidently."

I tried to remain calm; my heart was racing and my nerves were going. I asked him his name.

"Do you really want to know my name, baby?" he replied.

I said that I did... And that's when he grabbed me.

Not hard, but he backed me up against the stone wall of the building, his hand caressing my face. I tried to get him to talk to me again, trying not to escalate the situation, all the while inching my leg up so I could grab the switchblade out of my boot should I need it.

He was having none of it though. He grabbed my leg and snarled at me, his breath reeking of cigarettes. He grabbed my neck, forcefully, pushing me hard against the wall, the stone digging into my back.

I slapped him in the face.

"Ummm... foreplay," he sneered, with a grin.

That's when he started to choke me.

I struggled and fought back, but he was just too strong. All I could muster was a few weak punches, which didn't faze him at all. I tried to scream, but he was choking me so hard that all I could do was get out a few gasps. Then the lightheadedness started to come over me and I felt my body going numb. My vision started to blur and dim.

I was going to die.

Then... I woke up. I was lying on the ground when I came to. There was no sign of the man, but a woman was standing near me. I was pretty shaken up and she comforted me the best she could.

She said she saw the man standing over me, then he just walked away. I told her she must've scared him off. She didn't want to believe that, but I'm sure she had something to do with it. Her name was Alex. She's probably the reason I'm still alive.

I cried on the way back to Archer's and even harder once I got there (on a side note, I still haven't seen him in a few days. I hope he's okay).

I took a long shower and laid in bed for a long time before falling asleep. And, oddly, I slept well.

Even more oddly... I masturbated once I woke up.

While thinking about the man's hand clenched around my throat...

I got robbed :(

Well... so much for the good vibes.

Last night, I got robbed. By a woman. And she didn't even use a weapon.

I feel so gullible and stupid.

She stole my boots.

I met her on the street as I was out getting dinner. She asked me for help, and she seemed pretty desperate and harmless, so I decided to help her. I should've known when she told me she dropped her car keys down in the sewer that I was being set up. She told me she was petrified of the dark, or else she'd go down there herself. She said I should probably leave my boots up top so that they didn't get ruined in the sewer. I didn't want to believe she was trying to scam me, bit I couldn't be sure. I protested a bit, then she gave me an old, beat-up watch she said belonged to her grandmother (something she probably found in the garbage somewhere).

Anyway, long story short, I left my expensive boots there with her and went down into the dark, smelly sewer, in my bare feet, looking for her "keys," which I found did not exist, when she slid the manhole cover back into place, leaving me trapped in the darkness.

I used my cell phone for light as I tried to move the cover, but it was no use. I wasn't strong enough (I have no idea how she moved it on her own... guessing she probably had an accomplice).

I was trapped. I tried to dial 911, but I didn't get a signal. So, I used my phone for light, carefully moving through the maze-like corridors in my bare feet, walking over rocks, trash, and... well, God-knows-what. I tried not to look down much and didn't really pick my feet up, just kind of sliding them through the muck.

I walked the tunnels for a half an hour before I found my way out, cursing the little bitch, thinking about what I was going to do to her should I see her again.

I walked back to Archer's hotel room, my feet sore and bruised, and took a long, hot shower. It felt good to clean all the dirt and grime off of me.

I got dressed and went out looking for the girl, but after a couple hours of searching, feeling defeated and tired, I decided to stop and have a drink. I stopped in a deserted little place (I believe it was called Lulu's?). Just me and the bartender, a guy named Tommy Furlough. He was very friendly (though he was a bartender, which I guess come with the territory), as well as very muscular and kind of cute, in a rough-around-the-edges kinda way. I told him about what happened and we had a beer together and just shared a bit of chit chat. He told me if he heard anything that he'd let me know. After a little while, a man came in, looking for someone. His name was Nick Matfield, a local cop.

He was looking for a guy named Shay-something-or-other, and I guess the guy stole something from him or something. Nick was really cute, and I could tell he kinda thought I was, too. We kinda flirted a little bit, back and forth. And I would've kept up our little game, but it was starting to get late and I was feeling a bit run down from the day, so I decided to head back to Archer's hotel room. Tommy said he actually lived at the same place and offered to walk me home. After the night I had, I accepted without hesitation. I really wanted to invite Nick to tag along, but I didn't want to hurt Tommy's feelings, either. He did make me feel better and was the one who asked to walk me home.

The streets were dead on the walk back; we didn't see a single person out. Tommy said he'd keep an eye out on my palace for me, make sure nobody came around. He took his shirt off (I didn't know why, but he is pretty built!) and he had a maze of scars all over his chest and arms. Something to ask him about later.

Really, I guess the night wasn't a total bust. Sure, I lost my boots, but I gained two new friends, one of them being a cop (and that might come in handy should I ever run into little miss thief again!).

Arrival

I arrived in Dead End City last night for the first time. It wasn't anything like what I'd heard about.

It was way worse.

I wanted to immediately climb back onto the bus and go wherever it took me, but I knew that wasn't an option. I couldn't...

It was very hot and very dark and everything was covered in what seemed like a layer of filth, and the smell made me want to throw up. I had little money, no place to go, I hadn't eaten in almost 10 hours, and I was exhausted.

I was completely alone, and that feeling only heightened as the bus pulled away. As its tail lights disappeared around the corner and into the night, I was finally taken in by the fear of my situation.

And the feeling intensified as I saw a tall, dark figure approach me out of the shadows.

For a second or two, I thought about just pulling my switchblade out and threatening him to leave me alone.

I'm sure glad I didn't.

His name is Archer (I didn't get his last name). He's new to the city, too (at least that's what he says). We talked for just a bit before he, out of the blue, offered to buy me dinner. I almost hugged him I was so hungry.

We first went to a pizza shop around the corner (Pizza Slut, I think it was called). I was so scared walking there with him, this new stranger who could've been a serial killer for all I knew. I felt a little bit better when we passed a group of police officers gathered around, chatting about tasers (I didn't even think there were police in Dead End!). Before we went inside Archer mentioned that he knew a much better restaurant just across the street, a sushi place. And they also served alcohol and I was damn sure in need of a drink.

I had two rolls of sushi, three glasses of sake, and finished off my meal with a beer. I was pretty tipsy, to say the least (it was the first time I'd had sushi and sake. They were pretty good).

Archer had suggested earlier that I could stay at his place (a motel room on the seedy side of town), after he found out that I had nowhere else to go. I turned him down at first (even though the thought of sleeping out in the streets terrified me), but after all the alcohol, my resistance had faded.

Despite his attire, he seemed pretty harmless. He told me that after college, he had to move from his parents' place, so he chose to come to Dead End because it looked alright. I made a joke and said that if he moved here because it looked alright, then I'd hate to see where it was that he came from. It made him chuckle.

He'd had a bit to drink too and was a little tipsy himself. And I think he may have some sort of foot fetish, because I saw him starring intently at my feet several times.

We got to his hotel room and settled in for the night. I'm kind of surprised we didn't end up having sex. Both of us were pretty buzzed and I always get turned on when I'm drunk. And he didn't even really hit on me (I slept in his bed and he slept on the floor), but I think he did end up helping me out of my clothes, as I woke up just wearing my underwear. I didn't ask, but I think he could be gay.

This place is far from a place I'll ever be able to call home, but after the first night, at least it's better than what I'd envisioned.