Posted by OGF on December 08, 2000 at 03:09:06:
The Weekend
The world's greatest single collection of Modern Architecture was almost unnoticed by Marcia as she drove through the streets of Columbus, Indiana looking for a Motel. "Damn! What a week!" she thought, "I hope the weekend goes a lot better".
Wednesday night she had heard the radio spot. "The Lurkers", a hot new band out of NYC, were playing Friday and Saturday at a club in the nearby town. Marcia had their CD and loved it; she wanted to be there both nights. Though it was not far from home, Marcia decided to get a room for the weekend. Friday night she would catch the first show, maybe do some shopping on Saturday, catch the second show Saturday night and drive home Sunday. Who knows, she might even "get lucky".
She spotted a decent looking Motor Inn and pulled in. $86.00 plus tax bought her two nights in a nice second floor room with a balcony overlooking the pool. Marcia stepped out and looked down at the swimmers. One good-looking guy, but he had a wife. A lovely girl in a yellow bikini, but she was a High School chick. Even if she were interested Mom and Dad would no doubt object. Marcia smiled to herself at the thought, walked back inside, grabbed the remote, plopped down on the king-size bed and turned on the tube. Quickly changing channels, she found the adult station, watched with vague interest for a few minutes and quickly fell asleep.
Marcia woke about seven. She showered, did her hair and make-up, dressed in the new royal blue mini she had bought for the occasion, slipped on her matching platforms and put on the gold chain and heart shaped locket. Quickly she stole a look at the mysterious, bearded face inside, and then snapped it shut, picked up her purse and keys and left the room.
She drove toward the center of town, found the bar and parked. It was still early, but she wanted to get in and find a good seat. Besides, the joint had a rep for serving good grub and Marcia was hungry. She paid her cover and stepped inside. Nice place. About 20 people in a room designed to seat 300 or so. Marcia selected a small booth in a raised section to the right of the dance floor that promised a good view of the stage. She sat down and picked up the menu.
"Howdy, what can I get for you?" a smiling brunette waitress asked a few minutes later. "A Club Sandwich with fries and a margarita", Marcia answered. "And a side of you", her mind added silently.
Over the next hour as Marcia ate and sipped her margarita, the place began to fill up. By nine it was standing room only. Couples or groups of couples occupied most of the tables, but she has spotted a few single people of both sexes that interested her. "This is gong to be a great night" she smiled to herself. Just as the waitress was bringing her second drink the house lights went down and the stage lights went up. An asshole DJ from the radio station introduced himself. "So that's what he looks like", Marcia thought, his appearance did no more for her than his voice. Then, in a blinding flash of light and a cloud of dry ice smoke, the band hit the stage.
The first set was all Marcia had hoped, songs from the CD and a few from the band's upcoming release. A couple of cover tunes, including a wild version of The Beatles "Love Me Do" to which she danced with a nervous looking college boy who had asked her. Just before 10 the band went on break.
Marcia got up and went to the ladies room. She chatted a bit with a cute redhead as they waited, checked her hair and strolled back out to the bar. The waitresses were swamped so she decided to get her own drink. While waiting, she suddenly felt she was being closely watched. Looking about, her gaze was met by a pair of pale blue eyes. He was tall and 40 something, with long brown hair flecked with gray and a neatly trimmed beard of molted brown, blonde and gray shades. He leaned against a stand-up table, alone, wearing black Levis, black Doc Martins, a black and red paisley shirt and a black leather jacket. Noticing her look the dark figure smiled vaguely, nodded almost imperceivably and took a sip of the pinkish drink in the glass he held.
Marcia shuddered and turned to the bar, still feeling his eyes on her. She got another margarita and hurried back to her table just as "The Lurkers" broke into the first song of the second set. Marcia drank nervously, glancing around the room, but she could not catch a glimpse of the guy who and so fascinated and disturbed her. The band ran through 4 or 5 upbeat songs and Marcia began to calm down. Then they changed the pace, playing "Meeting You", her favorite ballad from the CD. A number of couples were getting up to slow-dance when she felt a hand gently touch her shoulder. Marcia jumped a bit and looked up to see the bearded face with the mysterious smile looking down at her.
"Care to dance, Miss?" he asked in a low, measured voice. Marcia felt panic grip her. It sounded like someone else who finally said, "Ok, sure". The vague smile behind the beard broke into a broad grin for a brief moment as he extended his hand to take hers.
Confidently he slipped an arm loosely around her shoulder as they negotiated the crowd to reach the dance floor. Hands on bare shoulder, just barely touching her skin but feeling like 20,000 volts of raw electricity. "I am Johan", the stranger said through his sly smile, looking deep into her eyes. "Mar…uhh…Marcia", she stammered in reply.
Upon reaching the dance floor, he quickly took her in his arms and Marcia was shocked by the familiarity of it, like she had always been there and always would be. She was intently aware of his hands, gently kneading the small of her back, but almost oblivious to how tightly she was clutching his neck. She bit her lover lip as her face pressed into his shoulder, aroused and alarmed by the feelings that overtook her. Not another word passed between them as the long, slow ballad played out. At last, it ended. She dropped her arms from his neck and starred, wide eyed, at the strange man's face. His vague smile returned and he leaned forward, quickly and softly kissing her quivering lips. "Thank You, Miss Marcia" he said in his calm, low voice.
They retuned to her table and he sat beside her uninvited, as if it were his right. The waitress came; he ordered her another margarita and a gin and grapefruit with a lime squeeze for himself. They sipped their drinks and chatted, dancing a few times, getting better acquainted. He told her he was from the Pacific Northwest, in Columbus to photograph and visit the architecture for a book he was writing. She told him of her life, her dreams, her fantasies. Marcia could not believe she was telling all this to a total stranger, but it just seemed so easy, so right, so…natural.
By the end if the evening Marcia felt like she had know Johan for years, maybe for eternity. They danced the last slow song and remained on the floor for the rollicking last three numbers, dancing until wet with sweat and on the verge of collapse. She leaned against him as they waited for the encore. "The Lurkers" as expected, ended the night with the blistering "See Ya Later", the last song on their debut disk. Then, with waves and bows, the band left the stage and the house lights came up.
"Drink 'em up!…Party's in the parking lot!!!", the waitresses and bar staff were yelling. The theme from "Rawhide" was blaring from the speakers…"Hit 'em up…mooove 'em out..!"
Marcia and Johan headed out the door and onto the sidewalk, his arm around her shoulders. She was a bit tipsy, but fully lucid. She knew what she wanted and knew that he knew too. He faced her, placed his hands firmly on her shoulders, gazed into her eyes and kissed her. Her lips parted, she shuddered a bit. Slowly the tips of their tongues met and began to circle one another, his hands crushing her to him, her arms pulling him closer. Then he moved his hands to her head, stroked her hair and stepped back. The pale blue eyes burned into her, the sly smile returned to his lips. Without a word she took his hand and led him to her car.
Not a word passed between them on the drive back to her room, nor on the walk up the stairs. They entered the dark room and she switched on the light, standing nervously beside the bed. "Would you like….", she began. His shaking head cut her off.
Then, they suddenly were together. Mouths locked, hands racing across each other's bodies, clothes hastily discarded in a haphazard way. Within seconds they were naked and rolling together on the great bed. His mouth locked on her neck, her shoulders, and then falling to her breasts. Her nails digging into his back as she softly moaned. His mouth moving ever lower, across her ribs and her smooth stomach, tongue darting in and out of her navel, tracing down her soft tummy, finally reaching her most secret places; kissing, sucking, licking. Marcia arched her back, shuddering. Her hands clutched his head as he sent great waves of passion pounding through her. She pulled him upward, pressing the head of his raging cock to her wet open lips.
An hour later they lay still, only the rise and fall of their breathing showed they were alive. Slowly Johan got up and reached into his coat pocket. Marcia hardly stirred. He slid back beside her on the bed, mouth gently nuzzling her breasts. Her eyes opened just in time to see the hypodermic needle plunge into her neck.
Marcia's eyes fluttered open. Slowly she became aware of her situation. She was tied spread-eagle to the bed with thin but strong red ropes. She tried to cry out, a gag muffled her screams. The lamp was off; the only light came from dozens of red candles all over the room. In the shadows, almost invisible, Johan stood. In his right hand was a huge, glistening knife.
She struggled in vain against her bonds as he approached her. Knife raised he climbed back on the bed and straddled her, the pale blue eyes boring into her. His cock was again at full erection, pointing like a weapon at her face. Wordlessly, he lowered the knife to her right nipple, drawing it across the hard pink bud. Marcia winced as a red trickle ran down from her nipple and pooled in her cleavage. Johan move the blade to her left nipple, another crimson trail stained her pale flesh.
He moved lower on her body, the knife leaving it marks on her belly, around her navel and finally moving across her clit and into her still moist pussy. Marcia struggled with all her might against the bonds, her drug-numbed mind filled with a terror mixed with strange excitement. The blade slid deep into her where his cock had so recently been. She wondered how she had let herself get into this situation.
Johan slid off her and kneeled between her legs. His eyes met hers, holding them for a long minute. He raised the knife high above his head, holding it with both hands. "Marcia, I love you", he said softly as he plunged the blade down against her smooth yummy.
Marcia jerked at her bonds, stiffened, then went slack. A huge stream of crimson poured from her belly across her clit and into her exposed sex. Johan looked at her a long moment, the tossed the knife away and buried his face between her legs.
Furiously he licked the sticky red stuff from her sweet pussy, sucking on her clit, tongue lapping in and out of her. He was in ecstasy; this was all he had dreamed of...and more. For almost a half hour he licked and sucked, until Marcia's crotch was totally free of any trace of red.
Johan slid upward on the bed and looked into Marcia's starring eyes. He removed the gag from her slack mouth and kissed it hungrily. He rested his head on her chest, looking at her motionless face and said "Marcia, thank you, that was absolutely wonderful".
Suddenly she began to laugh. "Yes", she said, "it was. Just like we played it on irc. How did you get all that strawberry syrup to stay inside of that rubber knife?"
He smiled at her. "You wouldn't want me to give away my secrets, would you darling?" Marcia laughed. "Wait until tomorrow night, I will have my revenge!"
"That I look forward to", Johan said smiling as he moved atop her and slid his again ready cock deep inside her willing pussy.