(Parts 5 & 6 are of a piece...and part 6 is just a short epilogue to the preceding two parts anyway...so I'm presenting them both in this same post. FYI, one last time for this story: part 5 contains some sexual situations.)
Part V: Room 646 (Girl)
It was going to be so easy...Jimmy had said so...and the girl wanted to believe him. She loved him and she wanted to believe in him and his dreams and his plans for their future. Jimmy had said it was going to be easy...and the girl wanted to believe that it was true.
But there...in the oppressive luxury of suite 646...it was hard to believe in anything.
Daddy would have laughed bitterly and spat...making grim light of what she was doing before stalking off to get drunk somewhere. Mama probably would have never stopped crying. The girl rocked herself absently, naked under the big robe, sitting in the plush reclining chair, waiting for the terrible knock at the door.
She wanted a cigarette. She knew that she had quit and that she didn't want to start again but she wanted a cigarette something awful just the same. She got up and wandered past the bathroom...wondering idly who the half-naked painted lady in the mirror was as she did so. She found her small purse in the closet next to her jeans and blouse and fished out a peppermint. She took the wrapper off the candy and popped it into her mouth without ceremony.
The girl wandered back out of the bedroom...she didn't want to think about it at all...and paused by the bathroom. She saw herself, a painted lady naked under a thick robe. The girl felt sultry and mysterious.
The knock came at the door. The girl felt small and exposed.
She crept to the door and reached tentatively for the handle. She jumped with a second series of knocks...more impatient...came. She opened the door and a man brushed past her into the room.
The girl closed the door and stood still. The man sailed about the suite as if he was making an inspection and then he paused at the wet bar. Jimmy said this would be so easy. She wanted to believe.
The girl turned around when the man spoke. The man reminded her of her daddy. Perhaps he would laugh bitterly and go off and get drunk instead. He threw his overcoat on the sofa and loosened his tie. The man spoke...softly, with no fear of disobedience...and the girl stepped out of herself.
The girl undid the sash on the plush robe and it fell away. The man took a deep breath and his cool eyes dilated. He beckoned her over and the girl, still outside herself, saw her lips being mashed...her mouth being probed by a fat pink tongue...her breasts pawed by hot, damp hands.
The man picked up his prize and carried her past the bathroom to the bedroom. He placed her on the center of the bed and then tore at his own clothes, his eyes memorizing every inch of her lithe body in the dim light.
It would be so easy...Jimmy had said so. She wanted to believe. The man who reminded her of her daddy was so involved that she didn't really need to be. She stayed outside herself. She heard her mother crying. She wanted to believe.
When the girl returned to herself, her skin was moist and tender and violated. The man gurgled happily as he, fresh from a shower, reclaimed his clothing and chattered on about God knows what.
The girl laid on the bed...her right leg still bent at the knee...and thought about Jimmy. The man, fully dressed save for the tie and overcoat in the other room, smiled...a bit tenderly, a bit cruelly...and bent down to kiss her, his massive hand cupping and squeezing (just a bit too roughly) her left breast. The girl kissed him back as best she could. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a money clip. He peeled off three hundred-dollar bills and put them on the nightstand next to the bed.
The man bent down once more and kissed the girl, this time on her forehead. He thanked her and turned and walked out of the bedroom. After a bit, the girl heard the front door click softly shut.
The girl laid in the soft lamplight, sweat being cooled by the air conditioner discreetly placed in the far wall, and thought of Jimmy. She thought of her father getting drunk and her mother crying. Her mother couldn't stop crying. The girl shuddered and felt a sudden need to shower.
The hot water pounded her with staccato rhythm washing away as many traces of the man as they could. The girl barely felt it. She wanted to believe. Jimmy was dreaming. Daddy was drinking. And Mama...Mama couldn't stop crying.
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Part VI: Room 646 (Boy/Girl Epilogue)
The boy pulled on his jeans and pulled down a white tee shirt; he didn't bother with shoes. He gathered up his room keycard and slipped out of his suite. He trudged down the hall to the elevators and took a quick ride up two floors.
He knocked on the door...646...and it opened almost immediately.
The boy stepped in and the girl, in a white tee shirt and white cotton panties, folded her body into his.
She was damp and shivering and she couldn't stop crying.
The boy nuzzled her hair and cooed reassuringly. But the girl couldn't stop crying.
The boy stroked her and rocked her gently, matching his rhythm to her own. But the girl couldn't stop crying.
He plied her with his favorite tales of the Caribbean and shiny black Jaguars and silver trays full of Godiva chocolates...
We're going to be rich one day
...but the girl couldn't stop crying.
The boy put his hand on the back of the girl's head and pulled her tight to his chest. He kissed the top of her head and rocked her. He looked up to the ceiling and drifted away.
The boy rocked the girl and dreamed.
We're going to be rich one day.
The girl couldn't stop crying.
1 comment:
Fantastic ending.
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