I kick the bottom of the door again, put my ear against it but can hear only the noise of the TV inside. If Suzy is awake she probably can’t hear me above the sound of whatever it is making all the noise on the telly. Motor racing or something like that.

It occurs to me then, why don’t I phone her. I have my mobile and she has hers. Of course. Stupid! Bloody stupid!! That’s me. All I can think about is her lying there like that and what those thoughts have done to my cock.

Her number comes up on the little screen immediately, along with its own little wallpaper and icon. Suzy standing naked on the balcony of her flat overlooking the Thames in London. We’d made love shortly before I’d taken the picture, that particular one being the best of about thirty, all taken as fast as I could press the button while she cavorted and stretched and disported herself lewdly. When I downloaded them onto her laptop the sight of them got her going all over again.

I pressed the call button and watched as the number flickered and flashed. I heard Suzy phone ringing but Suzy didn’t answer. After ten or a dozen rings the answering service cut in. I was too aggravated to leave a coherent message.

When I thought about it logically, something I found quite difficult to do just then, I came to the conclusion that Suzy’s phone was either buried in the bottom of her handbag so she couldn’t hear it or its ringing was drowned by the row emanating from the telly. Either way it was a waste of time expecting her to get up and let me in.

I kick the door again, more in temper than anything else. It’s a solid, forbiddingly sturdy hotel door and I know that unless I stop kicking it very soon I shall hurt my foot. Its that sort of hotel too, in places. Forbiddingly sturdy. Like the apparition who appeared at that precise moment at the end of the corridor. She was clad in garb redolent of an East German border guard except that, instead of a carrying a machine gun she was shoving a small aluminium shed on wheels ahead of her.

In real danger of being mown down by the oncoming juggernaut I leapt nimbly across the corridor and into the recessed doorway opposite. Yes, you’ve guessed it. That was exactly where the frighteningly grotesque edifice was going with the trolley.

Sincerely believing my last moments had come I called out to the hideosity loudly to halt the forward movement of the machine, and, in the nick of time, thankfully she did so.

I extricated myself with difficulty, the front of said trolley being some millimetres only from my chest. The border guard gazed at me curiously. Possibly I was the first person she’d ever seen in her life up until that moment. Certainly that was the impression she conveyed to me.

It was also possible, I thought, that she demand to see my papers at any minute but at that very moment the door of my room swung violently open and, the dogs be praised, Suzy, sweet Suzy, stood there.

“What the fucking hell are you doing?” she demanded loudly of no-one in particular.

She was starkers of course. That was blatantly obvious but Suzy, being Suzy, did not care. Had it been the middle of the High Street on market day she would not have cared, the departure lounge at Terminal Four, Heathrow, likewise. As it was the back corridor of a grubby two star hotel Suzy, being Suzy, didn’t care even less.

She glowered at the border guard murderously before turning her attentions to me.

“What the fucking hell are you doing?” she demanded again

“I was just coming back to see if you were awake” I told her sweetly.


“Well I am!” Suzy told me unmistakeably.

…………………..


Oh hell how that room stank when we got back into it and closed the door. Suzy had obviously been awake for some time I thought, judging by the mounds of fresh debris everywhere.

“Room service brought me breakfast” Suzy said “On a tray they did. Two of them! Brought it to me in bed”

They must have spilt a considerable amount of coffee originally, if the size of the stain I saw on the carpet was anything to go by. And there was blood or perhaps tomato ketchup on another part of the floor.

I looked at her. She had fresh teeth marks around both nipples and a still forming pretty blue bruise on her left shoulder. Her face was flushed and she was breathing in an altogether oh so familiar way. As if not so long ago she’d been indulging in one of her wildly frantic sessions of sexual debauchery.

“Breakfast?” I asked cautiously.

Suzy grinned lopsidedly.

“In bed!” she said. “And they told me personal services could be catered for if I wanted any……….”
“Personal services?”

“Yeah……that’s what they said.” she answered.

It was about then that I noticed a pair of feet and legs sticking out from beneath the bed.

Bloody hell she’s killed someone, I thought. One of the poor bloody breakfast waiters who’d brought up the tray.

“Pathetic!” Suzy sniffed disdainfully. “He lasted less than an hour……….”

“Wheres the other one?” I asked concernedly.

Suzy tossed her head.

“Bathroom!” she growled “On the floor”

“Help!” the man croaked feebly when I went in. Bruises scratches and bitemarks covered most of his body, lurid purple lovebites predominating on his shoulders and neck.

“Useless!” Suzy snarled “Fucking useless!”

“No! No more please………!” the man cringed.

“Tell you what” I said to Suzy “Why don’t you get dressed so we can check out of here as soon as we can?”

Suzy’s grunt was no more nor less than non committal.

“Otherwise you might get done for assault…….. for GBH …….. or something…….”

“Murder, almost!” Suzie told me “then emasculation I should think……….. anyway, they were useless, the pair of them!”

The man on the floor groaned dismally when he heard Suzy’s voice.

I looked past her, back into the main room but there was no sign of movement from the man under the bed.

“Come on!” I urged “Before……….”

“Don’t worry about them!” Suzy snorted derisively “Its only their pride that’s hurt really!”

“But lets go anyway shall we?” I enquired.

For a moment Suzy stared into space thoughtfully, then:

Alright!” she said.

I knew she’d put neither knickers nor bra on; in fact by the time I’d scooped our toiletries into a bag she was, to all intents and purposes, dressed.

Carelessly I bundled this and that into our suitcases, finding several items of clothing I did not recognise as belonging to either of us. Much of it was torn I noticed including, bizarrely, a single shoe which appeared to have been wrenched off the owner’s foot at the same time as part of his trousers had been ripped off his leg. For a moment I wondered how she’d actually done it. The strength required was hard to imagine and Suzy was, after all is said and done, only a little girl

Five minutes later and we were both ready, Suzy, now fresh faced and eager to wreck somewhere new, leaning like a sprinter at the door.

The body under the bed moved slightly just then. Enough to let me know it wasn’t entirely stone cold dead. Suzy notice the movement too and grinned at me.

“See! See! He isn’t dead is he?”

“Thank goodness for that!” I said, and meant it.

Reception eyed us disinterestedly when we went down. Suzy went out with her bag leaving me the rattling suitcase on wheels and a moments delay while I paid the bill. Thankfully they accepted cash, no questions asked. It was that sort of hotel. Well I couldn’t recall what or whose name and address we’d given and it didn’t really matter anyway. We’d be away, on the road and gone, in a few minutes and that would be that. I hoped. Away to somewhere quiet and fragrant maybe, where I could park the car, get hold of Suzy and fuck her.


She was already in the car when I got to it, in the passenger seat with her skirt pulled up.

“Mornin’!” she said cheerily as I got in my side. “Goin’ anywhere nice?”

“You bet!” I told her, catching a glimpse of her bushy hair.

She turned towards me in her seat.

“That’s alright then!” she confirmed, leaning over.

Then she kissed me.

© Aahlu. 24.08.10.

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