Summary: Tristan Locke is on a quest to look for his missing sister, travels to her last location and comes across a dark skinned mute who he befriends and offers her shelter. After a month and a half of looking, he receives a tip that a man named Hadrian might know her whereabouts, and inquires about him at the club “Blue Heaven.” Rousing suspicion by a certain group of people, he is taken out back and beaten.
[Alleyway behind †˜Blue Heaven’ Club]
The fight within me ceased and I collapsed onto the tar stench pavement behind †˜Blue Heaven’ club. His former opponent watched from above with cold eyes devoid of any soul, smirking upon the sorry state I was in.
Red Headed Thug: “What happened to, †˜I won’t be stopped by anyone,’ speech? You certainly talk big for a nobody.”
I could only curse myself as I watched the blonde haired thug approach and lower his right boot down onto my left hand, pressing rubber sole against weak flesh. Pain coursed throughout me once again and I clenched my teeth to hold in the scream my attacker so desired, instead my face began contorting in agony. One of the companions from behind, a well dressed brunette looked upon me with slight interest.
Well Dressed Man: “Leave him be, it seems he’s learned his lesson.”
Blonde Thug: “I’m through playing with this dog.” The blonde haired assailant spoke aloud, removing his boot away from my bleeding hand. The dressed man signaled his companions to return to the club, all except for the arrogant blonde, who stared down at me like a bug begging to be crushed.
Well Dressed Man: “Connor, inside, we have more important things than him,” he answered coolly. The blonde complied, slightly dissatisfied to let his new toy go.
Without thought, I reached and grasped onto the blonde’s left leg, gripping his charcoal pants in an attempt to refrain him. Two long months of wandering, digging for clues only to end up with dead ends, and all the hardship I went through was on the verge of paying off. I was so close to Hadrian, the last person to talk to my sister, and all that separated me was a single room.
“Please… Let me speak to him,” I pleaded to my attackers, “I must…”
Unamused by my display, I was kicked away by my attacker and dealt a direct hit to the plexus, knocking the wind out of me. Gasping, he gave a look of disgust toward me before spitting.
Thug 1: “How dare you touch me,” he spat out, walking back into the club with the well dressed man, leaving me alone in the alleyway.
Hopelessness overwhelmed me like a cold knife, stabbing deeper than any of the bruises left throughout my body. Cringing to hold back the tears, I coldly accepted the cruel fate of my long two months of investigation. Despite all the money, effort, and time spent searching on my own, going farther than any detective I hired, my dear sister Chloe would forever be labeled with the words “Missing Person” in some police office cabinet.
Struggling to stand up after such a brutal beating, I bitterly accepted the hand of fate and wandered off away from Blue Heaven.
[Leaves the alley of Blue Heaven]
[Arrives outside of Westmont Motel, Room 23]
Two hours of pacing myself back to Westmont Avenue, I had arrived back to the motel in one pieve. The cool stale air of the city helped in my recovery, numbing the pain and reducing the swelling of the bruises. My spirit, however, was far too wounded to heal quickly.
Slipping the dirtied key into the door knob, I unlocked the motel room door and quickly made my way inside. The familiar cheap air of the place nearly buckled my knees in exhaustion, which I would have done so if not for the dark skinned beauty before me, who looked upon me with the same eagerness as a dog waiting for her master’s return. Elsie, wearing only a long plain white shirt, reached out for me with a heartfelt smile on her lips and embraced my fragile figure.
“Ow ow ow,” I exclaimed, holding back the urge to push her off me. Sensing my pain, Elsie released me with a confused and childish look. She uttered no word, simply taking my left hand and leading me inside. “I’m alright Elsie. I’m not too badly hurt.”
For a mute she quickly caught on when I was honest or bullshitting, a result of living together for more than a month. Laying me down on the queen sized bed and removing my dirtied Metallica shirt, Elsie witnessed the brutally inflicted bruises surrounding my upper body like the pox. Frantically leaving my side, she searched for the first aid kit from under the bathroom sink, returning with the box clutched in between her arms and bosom and spilled its entire contents beside the bed.
Never having done first aid treatment before, she picked up every band aid of various sizes and began to arrange them over the blackening bruises. I commended her for her first aid treatment although a professional medical practitioner would have torn their hair from the scalp witnessing such failure. Sifting through the various items she previously spilled, Elsie continued her search for more of the magic healing band aids that surrounded me like tan colored worms. In moments like these, she was difficult to coerce.
“Elsie, you’ve done enough,” I answered, breaking her out of thought, “I’ll feel better after a night of sleep.”
Of course, she did not buy into that. Elsie simply glared at me with a convicted gaze, her green and brown colored eyes burning in the dim light. Knowing I’d be in bigger trouble if this continued, I tugged at her right sleeve to grab her attention, “You can help me by closing the door and coming to bed.”
Doing as she was told, she locked the front door and hesitantly joined me in the same bed. Unhappy and worried, she turned her back toward me and quickly went to sleep. For the first time I wished she’d cling onto me like before, nuzzling into me as if I were a giant teddy bear. Despite being a woman in full bloom, Elsie was more childish than a young adult, of course I did not complain. To have the attention from someone as gorgeous as Elsie was more than I deserved, and as I gingerly kissed the top of her head, I closed my eyes and went to sleep.
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Hours into deep sleep, I was disturbed by soft squeaking in the calm night. Believing it to be a mouse, I opened my eyes and titled my head to my left, overlooking Elsie’s shoulder to find nothing. Ready to get off, the squeak resounded once again, though the source was not a mouse, but Elsie herself.
“Hnn-yah,” she squeaked, fidgeting under the covers, light squeaks escaping her lips along with heated breath, and my first thought was so implausible that I brushed it away from my mind. Concerned, I naively reached to her left shoulder and she stiffened up as a bone before tilting her head to look at me.
She was in fact masturbating, to my surprise, which took time to sink in before I reacted. Just before I could get off the bed Elsie grabbed my right arm and pulled me in, closing the gap between us, and pressed herself against me. Eagerly, she rubbed my bare chest curiously, tracing the bruises that no longer hurt. Assured that I wasn’t in pain, she pushed me against the mattress and mounted on me like a jockey. Gazing down at me with doe eyes Elsie pressed her lips against my own, cutting off any protests I had which was soon replaced with rising passion. An exchange of kissing and with little layers of clothing to get in our way, Elsie brushed her right hand against the cotton briefs containing my shaft, eagerly tracing its length to quicken the blood rushing down. Elsie, a beautiful and naïve mute girl had inexplicably turned into a well experienced seductress before me, enchanting my groin to her whim. With little effort removed the final barrier keeping us from joining together; taking the hot beast in hand, she guided my shaft onto her swelling lips. A moment of pause passed before Elsie clutched onto the sheets below and pushes me inside her.
“Hah hahh,” heaving a surprised gasp, my shaft immediately was embraced by convulsing walls, entering easily until a thin layer of membrane halted his advancement. Elsie’s virginity was intact, exciting and worrying me at the same time; my concerns were thrown aside as Elsie forced herself down onto me and penetrating through the hymen.
“Hyah!” Elsie released a loud gasp, quivering in pain before clutching onto my shoulders and motioning her hips repeatedly up and down my length.
My body was no longer my own, it now belonged to Elsie who vigorously displayed dominance that I had never known was in her. The once shy and naïve girl I rescued was nowhere to be seen, and I couldn’t care less either.
No longer just satisfied being along for the ride, I sat up and gripped Elsie in a tight embrace, locking lips with hers. I greedily wanted more, my lust beginning to rival Elsie’s, who fought back with powerful movements from her hip. The power struggle inevitably changed in my favor by cupping her bosom in my palms, causing her to jerk in surprise; using this moment I began to thrust my pelvis with hers, causing her to release soft and surprised moans.
“Hnn. Hnnn…”
She did not mind the sudden change of dominance; rather she reacted by moving her arms behind my head, pressing me against her bosom, and threw her head back in silent ecstasy. There returned the shy Elsie for a brief instant, before a wave of euphoria hit the both of us unexpectedly and her inner walls clenching my shaft in a tight embrace.
“HNNN!”
Gripping onto the back of my head, we both came at the same time, caught up in an incredible high. Time did not slow down of course, neither did the planets align nor did the god’s come down from above and commend us for our display. What did happen, and I wish it hit me sooner, was the sudden realization drawn out by the passion between us; that I had fallen in love with an amazing and mysterious person.
Collapsing against me, we both fell down to earth with our lustful thirst quenched for the moment and our bodies exhausted. Elsie slipped off me and rolled to the left side of the bed once more, her back to me and her head shoved against the pillow, too shy to even look me in the eye. Wrapping my left arm over her, she eased her head against the pillow, and eventually returned to snuggling me up like a child reunited with her teddy bear. I would have told her then how much I loved her, if she hadn’t fallen asleep moments later.
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