A Night At The Katz Motel Novels & Stories

he said smugly, betraying the fireworks sparkling inside him. “All right, that’s settled then. Let’s do that Friday and over the weekend. Are you good with that?” “Sure!” After their quick meal, Ellie drove back to the shop. She rolled down the window to let the cold breeze embrace them and comb her hair. “Drop by my hotel, please.” “Ok.”

Soon they pulled into the Nightlight Inn near the bypass, and to Richard the cheerless L-shaped motel at that moment was about the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. He parked close to their door and shut the engine down. Sat with his head lowered, chin to his chest. He asked Katelyn for the tenth time if she was all right. After a long minute had passed they hurried inside, unscathed for the most part yet looking as if they had come through a war zone together, sneaking Blondie into the double room with them. Richard deadbolted and chained the door, turned a light and the television on. Blondie jumped onto one of the beds and rested with her tongue hanging out. “Try to keep her quiet, hon

The men are pushing wagons, children are playing around and the sun is just beginning to set. There are mostly brick built cottages everywhere I pass. If I am going to stay and find out what happened to Anna, then I have to find somewhere to rest and stay. Atlas, I see a motel, the motel sign light which I am sure has seen better days is flicking on and off and it says: ‘Northwood Motel, we also serve free kava!’

I banged a fist against the glass. He jerked awake with a sharp snort and squinted at us. “Welcome to Haven Motel,” he drawled amidst a yawn. His battered name tag read: Stan. “Forty dollars a night, cash only.” “I’m not here to book a room,” I said. His sleepy eyes took us in. “Okay, cause I think a threesome including you two hefty broads would break our bed.” Kaela slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle her snort.

DOWNTOWN I On an outer edge of St. Charles, just before the downtown area thinned toward the outskirts, the flickering neon sign of the King’s Motel burned against the night. For Anne, cheap rooms were the motel’s prime selling point. She had almost two hundred dollars in cash left. The mustached man behind the counter, whose name tag read Mike, pretended not to see her at first. She stood waiting for almost a minute before he raised his head to regard her for an expressionless moment.

Dried cum still covered her face and breasts. “We have to stop all of this,” Ryan said, his voice filled with concern. “Take off the collar and clamps. I will figure out how to fix this so you can get your things from the house and still make your flight tomorrow.” He pulled into the parking lot of the Starlight Motel. Half the letters on the sign were missing and the remaining ones buzzed and flickered. Several prostitutes lingered near the vending machines and stairways, watching their car closely as Ryan got out.

Cheap motels and rotten reapers Ellis suggested the Super 8 motel off the highway. "They have a free breakfast of coffee and stale leftovers from the Sugar Shack bakery," he sighed and I clapped, saying yummy. He shook his head as I held his waist. I told him to close his eyes as I transported us to the hidden side of the hotel. I glanced around and gritted my teeth realizing we were in the reaper Lestat's area. He and my mother had a long heated spat over what I didn't know nor care. I told Ellis that he needed to acquire the room for us and he smiled happily and said certainly. I watched him enter the lobby and frowned slightly seeing another guy with a gun in his pocket. Spying Lestat, I

"No thanks. I’d rather spend my night buried in a tight pussy. That’s the only 'wild' I need." Troy laughs, a deep, belly-shaking sound. "Fair enough. Tell you what—forget the old hag for an hour. Let’s head down to the club. It’s early, but the dancers are already warming up. We might find a girl or two worth drilling tonight." Matt finishes his wine and sets the glass down with a definitive thud. ~~~~~ Jessica feels like a goddamn queen. She didn't just quit; she humiliated him and got paid for the privilege.

Not to mention I didn’t want anything to tie me down. “You saw the look on his face as we checked out. Need I say more?” “He did look pissed. Never mind though aye. I hear Atlanta is full of hotties” My sister everyone. Always thinking of ways to get under a man. The drive took three hours and by the time we arrived my ass was numb. We pulled up out the front of a motel that looked as though it was for rich famous people. The sign was brighter than any lights I’d ever seen. Had I not been for the wolf logo above the door I would have worried we were in the wrong place.

In the mornings, she served burgers and coffee at a fast food chain; by nightfall, she changed into a black dress to work as a waitress in an upscale restaurant-bar. She tried to forget that night. Tried to forget the man with cold eyes and burning touch. It was just survival, she reminded herself. Just money for Mama. But her body ached at the memory, and her mind wasn’t cooperating. She hadn’t told Tina. She didn’t need to. Some things you carry alone. It was a Friday night—busy, chaotic, and loud. She was assigned to the second floor that night, the VIP section with private rooms and wealth she never belonged in.