Mated By The Panther
‘Fuckers.’
“Can you tell me where Maple Road is?” she asked Larry, who seemed the more harmless of the two. “I need to get to 14 Maple Road.”
“You’re a friend of Diesel?” Larry asked with large eyes.
“Yes,” Sonya said with a bright smile. Her plan was working perfectly. ‘Gimme all the dirt on him, boys.’ “What’s he like in Shifter Grove? Back home he used to be quite a ladies man.”
“Who Diesel?” Sleazy asked. “That’s news. I thought he was as queer as they come.”
“Well I wouldn’t say that,” Larry interjected. “He’s a fun guy, just likes to keep his private life private.”
“And why is that if not because he’s gay,” Sleazy shot back.
“Oh he’s not gay,” Sonya said. “Believe me.”
And they looked at her as if they did, imagining things they’d like to do to her that Diesel had probably done loads of times.
“So, you here for a reunion ?” Sleazy asked and Sonya wanted to pitch her fork at his eyes.
“We’ll see,” she said finishing off her toast. “So where is it?”
Armed with directions to Diesel’s house Sonya drove off, leaving the Pig Out Diner and its pigs behind her.
Chapter Three
Tiger Bite
Rex had lost her scent. He nursed a beer in his hand at a seedy club. The smell of beer and cigarette smoke perfumed the air, the sound of hysterical laughter and loud music deafened him to his own thoughts.
‘That bitch better hide somewhere I can’t find her,’ he thought sneering, ‘because if I do I’ll skin her alive.’
“Hey handsome,” the woman with the red mouth said, “why so grumpy?” She pressed up against him, her silicon breasts nice pert and in his face. “I can turn that frown upside down if you want,” she trailed a hand along his thigh, grazing his crotch and giggling when she felt the size of his bulge.
“Run along sweetheart,” he growled in her ear. “I eat girls like you for breakfast.”
“Oh,” she whimpered her eyes big round saucers. “Maybe you can have breakfast for dinner,” she said and giggled again. She was drunk and oblivious to danger.
“You’d like that would you?” Rex said slipping his hand underneath her dress, grinning wide as she buckled against him, her panties wet and warm. ‘This should take the edge off.’
“Yes,” the girl said cupping the crotch of his jeans in her hands.
Rex pulled her out of the club and walked her to end of the parking lot where he’d parked his car. He lifted the girl and pushed her down on the hood of his car and ripped her dress off.
“This is too public,” the girl protested, some sense struggling through the drunken haze. “I don’t want to do this,” she said pushing against his chest, her eyes darting around for a way out.
“Too late, bitch,” Rex said pushing his cock in to the fabric of her panties till they tore and he entered her. She yowled in pain. “No one says no to me.”
He clamped her mouth shut with one hand and thrust in to her hard and quick and bit in to her creamy breasts till he climaxed. He wiped his cock with her dress, pulled up his jeans and unlocked his Mustang.
The whimpering girl fell off of his moving car when he swerved out of the lot on to the main road. ‘I’m coming to get you Sonya. And I’m going to fuck you bad!’
Chapter Four
Dirty Deeds
The cabin was spacious with a porch swing and a BBQ grill. There were no flowers growing in pots, no cushions on the swing and no rug to add a certain homey feel to it and Sonya figured the cabin had never seen a woman’s touch.
‘I’d paint that door a bright blue,’ she thought as she parked her car behind the black pickup truck in the drive. The gables were painted a wilted green but it looked like an ancient job. ‘I hope the inside’s less disappointing.’
The cabin door opened and a man peered out at her.
‘Holy mother!’ Sonya thought. ‘Did I hit the jackpot or what?’
Diesel Wake was a tall drink of water with broad shoulders and muscular arms. Dark haired, blue eyed with the face meant for a Greek god, Sonya didn’t know whether to kiss him first or straight up jump his bones.