Shotgun Boogie by Steve Brewer

Author:Steve Brewer [Brewer, Steve]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781539162643
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-10-12T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 28

Rita Gutierrez was dappled with the fat man's blood. Each time she'd cut him, while he was spinning in that chair, another fresh spurt had spattered her. A hot shower of blood.

Fun at the time, but it presented certain problems when it came to checking into a nice hotel. El Gűero opted instead for a motel near the freeway, one where every room had an outside door. They waited until there was no one in sight, then she scurried inside while El Gűero brought their bags from the trunk.

Before he'd finished shutting the door, she was kicking off her shoes and peeling off her damp clothes. She was a voluptuous woman, round and firm, and her skin seemed to spring free of the constraining garments.

El Gűero took off his jacket, but he moved more deliberately.

"The blood," he said. "You need a shower."

"I want you first."

"Not in the bed. The blood—"

"In the shower then."

She turned away before he could argue, shaking her naked ass at him as she went into the small bathroom.

Rita turned on the tap in the tub. While she waited for the water to get hot, she looked at herself in the mirror over the sink. She had blood in her hair and across her forehead. Spatters of it on her neck and down her cleavage. She smeared the blood around with both hands, painting her face and neck and breasts, smiling at herself the whole time.

When the room got steamy, she adjusted the water and got into the shower. She held out her hands to the hot water and watched as the blood washed away. Then she stepped under the flow, her eyes closed and her head tipped back, letting the water pour over her.

The first notice that El Gűero had crept into the shower was the tip of his hard cock nudging her lower back. She laughed and turned to him, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him under the shower. His body was lean and tawny and taut, nearly hairless, a pleasure to hold. When he kissed her deeply, a thrill ran through her belly.

The blood was washed away, only a few pink droplets speckling the tub, but the animal heat generated by the prolonged torture of Howard Bell still burned within them. El Gűero clutched her ass in both hands and lifted her up, pressing her back against the cold tile as the water sprayed over their heads. She shuddered as he shoved his cock up into her.

She wrapped her legs tightly around his hips, and El Gűero moved slowly, pushing her, squeezing her against the tile wall. She felt impaled there, a butterfly pinned to a cold white page.

Her eyes closed, Rita remembered the fat man spinning in the chair, spraying blood round and round like a lawn sprinkler, his eyes wide as he screamed into the folded towel. After a while, they hadn't even asked him questions anymore. Just spun him round and round, cutting and cutting, the blood spraying everywhere.

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