The Wine Motel: Part One.

She groped his neck with her tongue and collapsed on the motel bed.  He fucked her hard. He fucked her good, and without thought. Alcohol rolled off his back as a beaded necklace. 

She lay there finally aware that she (in-fact) did only exist from the shoulders down and to make matters worse her vagina felt like it had just been abused by the sharp side of a cheese grater. A drunk wave warmed her thighs and her clit throbbed of un-satisfaction. She sank into the bed next to the man second on her list of “guys never to fuck” and rubbed herself raw She rubbed herself to sleep.

The still morning light intruded threw a crack in the curtains; stale cigarette smoke glowed and gloated like a ghost. Upon awakening she examined the aches and pains of last nights “love making” and begged the stranger to shower it off with her. After 30 minutes of light whines she was beginning to annoy herself. She burrito-ed herself with the stiff blanket and glanced around for her underwear. They lay, still damp, under the pillow cherry-topped with the head of one of the many bodies that litter the floor. Just then there was a knock at the door. A four-walled cage of sleepy eyes slit open.

Jake moved with the pace of a slug. He moved with an uncertain swagger to open the door.

A mid-thirties Mexican woman whose face went from polished to disgust when she realized she had just knocked on the door to hell. “Um, hello, check out time was at eleven o’clock. You guys are two hours late!”

“Oh well excuse me, next time maybe you should try not to be such a bitch!” Jake said and slammed the door.

The group all pitched in for an uncomfortable laugh. They all knew he had it in him but were still surprised when Jake was so forwardly a raging asshole. An hour later they checked out. The group swarmed around the car, adjusting shirts and lighting cigarettes, she lifted an arm to wave, dropped it quickly and headed down the street. Happy fucking father’s day, this hang over wouldn’t go away if she could tangibly kick it’s ass to Olympia. She caught a bus across town to her boyfriend’s house, her underwear almost dry.