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  Published by Torna McCutchins

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  Copyright © 2016 by Torna McCutchins

  All rights reserved. Published in the United States by Torna McCutchins. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Tis’ because I fucking had to and that’s all he needs to know…

  Contents

  Aeric

  Naomi

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  Epilogue

  Aeric

  I didn’t want the Copeland name near Waco, Texas but I bought the fucking place anyway. It was a sweet little property, a “boutique hotel,” with only fifty rooms. I thought I could stomach living there. The first time I flew down from Seattle I met the real estate lady at the airport. She was blonde and Texan and her hair was raised high and I knew I could fuck her if I tried. The private jet, I realized, soaked her panties through and when she came onto the tarmac she was finished. Her skirt stopped mid-thigh and her blouse was wide open and a cross hung down from her neck. That was a little upsetting. I had to get used to the religion. She was married with kids and we took her truck, although I’d rather have hired a limo. I couldn’t bang her from behind in a goddamned Ford with big ass whiney tires. She began her spew as soon as we boarded selling the property and her firm. What I was thinking as we drove south on I-35 was that my cock would look good in her mouth. That, or even better, would be to ask if she had a tattoo. I’d work my way into seeing it wherever the mark might be. I’d fucked at least twenty women by going the tattoo route. It worked because it got you close to their cunts and besides, I had power over this one. The commission, her end, for the selling of the place came to eighteen thousand even. Repairs had been done to get it on the market and they’d spent a fortune to do it. Here’s the way I worked her over:

  “Like I said Mr. Copeland…”

  “Call me Aeric. A-E-R-I-C.”

  When I said it she glanced over to my seat and her skirt inched north a touch higher. This one would be a cinch. I should just unzip, yank my cock loose and tell her to jerk me off. I could rub her pussy while she did it. This drive would be more entertaining. And then maybe she would shut the fuck up.

  “Well now Aeric, like I said, this is prime real estate and your investment is minimal except for hiring a staff, which is meagre around these parts. The prior owners kept a great group. They’ll all come back if you’d like.”

  “Well thank you kindly Patricia. May I call you Patricia?”

  “You may. My married name is atrocious and embarrassing.”

  There it was. She’s flirting and now she is fucked. I quickly go in for the kill.

  “Patricia, I have to tell you, you’ve already made your commission. I’m going to buy it sight unseen, because the photos you sent were astounding. The virtual tour was ideal. Before I do could you do me a favor?”

  “Well bless you Aeric! I’d be glad to!”

  “I want you to tell me an engrossing story from your past, say your college years. Did you ever get yourself a tattoo?”

  Immediately she shied and put her hand on her mouth and this deal was soon to be sealed. She looked onto the plains and giggled her obedience and was ready to admit where she’d faltered. She was fucking eager to tell.

  “Well Aeric, since you did me a favor, I will return the same. I did more than get a tattoo. While I was in college I was a good little girl but when I finished I lost my mind. Went completely over the edge. I tried smoking opium the night of graduation and then got on a bus for the border. It was myself and two other graduates. I had known these men since junior high and we’d had several classes together. I still see them from time to time…”

  She commences to tell me they travelled to Laredo and by the time they arrived it was midnight. They checked into a hotel in Aguilares after a taxi ride that was brutal. She said she didn’t understand why they had to leave the city but her friends said “they had a plan. They’d been putting it together for a while.” The location was seedy and dissolved and their room was clean but worn. Once inside she was overtaken. They were rough though she didn’t fight back. On the bed they tied her down and she herself was surprised when she became overtly excited. She pretended to be high while one licked her pussy and the other shoved his cock in her mouth. They left her clothes on the floor in shreds. Patricia was alert and awake for it all, wanting to remember every detail. They untied her and flipped her on her stomach. She thought they were going to shove it up her ass, but they didn’t, they licked her thoroughly. From her heels through to the nape of her neck before the largest pulled her over his body, while the other mounted from behind. She had to awaken to enjoy it and when she did she asked them to fuck her. Both cocks in her pussy all at once. She groaned and howled as their dicks reamed her cunt and when they came they left it inside her. She then said “that’s my tattoo. You want your cock sucked now or later?”

  We went to some park near a suspension bridge and I fucked her from behind in a bathroom. We hung our clothes on a hook in the stall. She had hangers ready and had done this before, because she told me “my clients are mostly male and you motherfuckers are the weakest.” When I was about to come I spun her around and shot it on her chest so I could see it. I fucking love the nasty shit. We’d meet later after she picked up her kids and took them to their daddy at work. I really liked Waco, Texas. The fucking heat was perfect for me.

  I then added her name in my Book of Fuck and went to see my hotel. The book was handed down from my father to me and from his and the one before that. We Copeland men have been slaughtering cunts since before the tractor was invented. We’re big-cocked horny motherfuckers and I had the names to prove it.

  Naomi

  Mama’s been sick since I was eighteen and now that I’m twenty-one it is all I can do to keep her. I have two brothers and one other sister but they refuse to help with her care. They won’t even mow the grass. I had a great job at a local hotel but then they shut it down. There’s a rumor that a man from Seattle has bought it and will hire us again. Texas has a program that will house my mother and she’s enrolled and we’re waiting on an answer. I am hopeful, that’s all I can be. There hasn’t been any Alzheimer’s in my extended family, not a case on either side. Then at fifty-seven my mother was stricken and she’s an invalid and I am her care. Between she and the grave there is me. That’s a lot but I love her deeply.

  When I was thirteen my daddy went swimming after roofing our house one day. His body was never discovered. Before my mother’s mind went she told me a secret. She said he had another family. They were in Monahans, extreme west Texas, and she knew all about them from the start. I told her if my father was a coward and had to fake his own damn drowning, then we didn’t need him around. We could and would fend for ourselves. She looked me in the eyes and I stared back and she said “Naomi, he wasn’t your father. You’re only half Hispanic. I thought your blonde hair might tip you off, but since it didn’t I’ll tell you the truth. When I worked for the college there was a minister there, a professor in the seminary. Well, he wrote late at night. And apparently hated his wife. You’ve seen her in the paper before. Sh
e’s always raising money for this and that cause and she loves to stand up front for any photo that has to be taken. I guess sex wasn’t a concern. But it always was for me. I was cleaning his office shortly after my discovery that my husband had another life. Another wife no one knew about. I offered myself to him, again and again I did. You came from that union and he didn’t get tenure so we ended it abruptly without reason…”

  After that she began to fade. In the beginning it was incremental. She’d go get me this or insist I needed that and then completely forget what was said. It didn’t progress very rapidly and then it exploded in a month, maybe two, I forget. She went from misplacing the tiniest things, to being locked in her car near Ross. For a day and a night in a pasture. The heat and the sun almost killed her. Some days she’d come back and be perfectly normal and then I became a stranger. At first I screamed, blamed God then the devil, and then I blamed nothing at all. We have to accept what the world pushes forward and if we fold then the world bowls us over. It’s 2016 and there’s loads of opportunities and I plan on going back to school. If this guy from Seattle, this Aeric Copeland, snatches up the Thin Line Roost, then I will be back in business. I can work during the day and take my classes at night. I only lack a semester for my two-year degree and then I can plan from there.

  I received the letter for her housing and a call from the Roost on the very same day last week. It hasn’t rained in two months and our mailbox has slowly uprooted itself. It’s as if the box doesn’t want mail or the earth wants to run from the post office. The state of Texas informed me that my mother’s condition warranted a care complete. I was pleased, the facility was new. I loved Texas and Texans for doing this for us, though my mother didn’t comprehend. I could move her in on September 1st and then report to my job on the 2nd. This Aeric Copeland was changing the name from the Thin Line Roost to The Comfort. I thought The Comfort? What a stupid name. Of course, he wasn’t a Texan.

  When I did my research I saw he went to Harvard and then attended Cambridge overseas. I found several photos of the man online and yes, he was strikingly handsome. The kind of face that the media loved. He was from a wealthy family, apparently smart, with all those letters after their names. He’d been schooled exactly like his father. Exclusive private educations. I bet he was interesting. That or a jerk to remember. In the photos he took with his father they were twins, except one was greying. The handsomest two men I’d ever seen and I was excited about working for one. Actually working for both. The assistant manager was a brand new hire and said I would be in charge of the maids. Aeric Copeland would remain on site. Wouldn’t be a distant owner. I thought that was strange considering his wealth, to want to move to Waco, Texas, to run a fifty room chic hotel. I’m sure in time I would get to know the man and we’d have no issues at all. To tell the truth he looked a touch stuffy, aside from his obvious beauty. Texas would loosen that some.

  Aeric

  I like to fuck through my hires. My father taught me this trick. Our corporate attorneys are masters with payoffs and I’ve never had an employee turn down the cash when I was finished. Since my background checks were done on the maids I flipped through their folders for a week. Lined them up from zero to ten. Six of the women were eights, number seven and eight even tens. The woman over the others was unbelievably hot, a blonde with dark tan skin, whose goal was to “own her own business.” I adored that dreamy shit. She’d come in with moons in her eyes and then I could work my magic. An extra dollar or two per hour and she’d be sucking my cock. As for Patricia, the real estate agent, that bitch had turned into a freak. When I gave her my personal number the photos immediately started. She sent me one with a pickle in her pussy. Another being fucked by a team of degenerates that looked like they came from the streets. I counted three in the room but there could’ve been ten with all the cocks she had in her body. When she asked me to lunch after the deal had been closed I wanted to ask her about it. She was dressed head to toe in conservative attire and I knew the afternoon would be filled. As we sat in the booth I couldn’t whisper my questions so I wrote them in a notebook instead. We made it look like we were planning something, or she was answering my notes on the property. Patricia knew every human in the goddamned restaurant and I didn’t know a soul. Here is the script as it reads. The questions she answered verbatim:

  “Was that a pickle in your pussy?”

  “It was.”

  “Where were you?”

  “In a local hotel. My husband took that picture. His brother is the one in the chair.”

  “And the one with all the men in the room?”

  “At a house on 25th street. A skanky abode for sure. We three, my husband, and again his little brother, have an assembly there once a month. They pick three men at random. I allow them to fuck me as they wish. In the corner behind me, there on the floor is another fucking my husband. He really likes it up the ass.”

  “Do your kids suspect anything?”

  “We were the Couple of the County three years in a row and we’ll probably win it again. I seriously doubt they know. There’s undercurrents and weirdness in every city and Waco happens to be exemplary. Mr. Copeland, you’ve arrived. There’s shit hereabouts that you can’t find in Bangkok and it’s all safe and secure. You are in FUCK CENTRAL and I’d like to welcome you in.”

  “Do you have the afternoon? I’d enjoy fucking your ass.”

  “Sounds like a great idea. You get the check and I’ll meet you there.”

  “Come to room thirteen.”

  “See you there in about an hour.”

  Waco has become my favorite city and why the fuck didn’t someone tell me. I’ve banged whores in Dallas, Fort Worth and Houston, but the fucking center of the state is where the mutants have landed to feed. They’ll bang anything that can get an erection or ram something into an orifice.

  We weren’t open yet but I kept the room handy as an office and for female visitors. I arrived before Patricia came and it was then that the thing really hit me. The background checks from every employee were spread on the bed for my perusal. This Naomi Leighton I’d placed on top and there she was staring back at me. There was a softness inside I’d never felt before. I guess you’d call it captivated. I didn’t like this feeling at all.

  “Naomi,” I said to her picture. There was no reply of course.

  “Naomi. Hello.” Why the fuck was I talking to paper? I liked the sound of her name.

  “When is your interview time? You’ve got the job…goddamned, I’ve lost my mind.” Then the knock turned me back. It was Patricia and she was ready. I opened the door and she’d changed her clothes and the wig that she wore wasn’t her. It was a sheenless black and her makeup was thick with lips so red they were bleeding. If sexy-scary is what she was trying for then Patricia had landed upon it.

  “What the fuck?” I said.

  “What the fuck indeed?” she replied as she entered the room.

  She was in a basic sundress, if basic is lethal, because the fabric was tie-dyed orange. Her black leather boots came to her shins and I wondered if she’d been seen.

  “Does anyone know you’re here?”

  “Anyone that matters has done what you’re doing if you’ll harden that cock and fuck me. I want you to come in my ass. You can tear this wig to pieces. You’ll have to tug but it will come loose.”

  As she stood there it happened and I wasn’t ashamed. What stirred hadn’t moved in me prior. I’d never felt anything like it. Naomi Leighton was looking at me, right next to Patricia’s hip. She sat down on the bed and I stopped her. She almost sat on Naomi’s face. When I moved her Patricia struck back.

  “If you can get that bitch in the photo there inside this room with us, I’ll let her eat my pussy while you fuck her. How about that Mr. Copeland?”

  I hit Patricia so hard in the mouth blood spurted from her nose. I’ve never struck a woman before. It made me angry for her to mention Naomi in the very same sentence with her filth. Of course Patricia, being Pa
tricia, reacted as the viper she was.

  “Oooh, mama likey. I’ll need another in the solar plexus. Maybe twist my ankle and kick me?”

  “Get the fuck out!” I yelled it. Why was I yelling and losing my shit when this woman wanted my dick? “Go clean up and never come back and don’t you call her a bitch in my presence!”

  “If this is a game I’m playing.”

  When she realized it wasn’t she collected her things. I never saw the woman again.

  “Naomi, Naomi,” I said.

  Naomi

  The day that Aeric Copleand wanted to meet I didn’t do anything special. Just because I’d become the boss of the maids didn’t mean I’d act like one. Someone from the home came to sit with my mother and I left to walk to the job. It was hot, blistering hot, but it was only fifteen-minutes. The letter said “come casual” and “don’t worry about formalities. Mr. Copeland just wants to say howdy.” I thought it was goofy, him being from Seattle, to put “howdy” into the letter. There’s no way the owner drafted that.

  My mother said when she was a child the whole city wasn’t yet paved. The inferno that central Texas is in the summer doesn’t need additional heat. But the asphalt increases the misery. When I got to the parking lot of The Comfort, which isn’t in the center of the city, I was sweated through my shirt and gross. I’m a clean sweater but the stain on my blouse made it look like I’d been chased. My jean skirt and ponytail were also ikky and my flats were slipping and sliding. Why didn’t I take the bus? Too late. I was nasty.

  As I walked across the grass I passed a woman in a straight black wig that was crooked. She was dressed like a hippy with jazzy leather boots and her nose was bleeding profusely. I felt sorry for her.

  “Are you okay? Can I help you?”

  “Oh no honey. I’m just peachy. Have a blessed day!”

  She then got into a brand new truck and wheeled away from The Comfort.

  “It’s already getting weird,” I said.